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None of those are words she would ever have wanted to describe herself with.
The pack that Kade, who turns out to be a werewolf too, warned her away from.
Shoving away the unwanted thoughts, she squats down beside Laith, who’s still flat on his back. He looks peaceful enough that she checks his pulse to make sure that she didn't, indeed, accidentally kill him. A strong steady heartbeat flutters against her fingers. He’s just sound asleep, and other than waking up with a killer headache, she's pretty sure he’ll be none the worse for wear. Although that’s when the questions will come. It's going to be seriously hard to explain why she hadcracked him on the back of the head with a stick, so she has until he wakes up to think of a good reason.
“All supernaturals have to decide who can know of their true nature,” says Denzel, predicting her next question. “You’ll have to decide what you’re going to tell them.”
Elara glances at her two friends. They’ve seen too much. She’s going to have to give them the only possible explanation.
The truth.
Another conversation she’s not looking forward to.
She looks up at Denzel. “As far as I can tell, Laith’s showing all signs that he's going to turn at the next full moon,” she says. “We have to make sure that he survives it,” she adds fiercely. If she’s the one who did this to him, she’s responsible for making sure he stays alive.
“He’s also showing magical tendencies,” points out Denzel. “Which is a worry.”
Elara ducks her head so he can’t see her wince. She doesn’t know Laith very well, but she's pretty sure she would have noticed if he had shown any signs of having magic before now, especially in the last few weeks when she’s been so sensitive to it. She’s seen absolutely nothing, and that lulled her into a false sense of security. She's paying for it now.
She glances up at Denzel. “Maybe he was a witch before?" Maybe she just didn’t notice it. If he was born a witch, then maybe he’s just better at hiding it than she is.
He sighs, raising his shoulders in a helpless shrug. "I don't know. It's also possible that he was given evolved capabilities like you were."
That's a nice way of putting it, enough that it makes Elara realize that she hasn't told him about using her own magic to stop Laith in his tracks. Will Denzel be proud of her for finally learning to control it, or will he only focus on the fact that she used magic in front of her human friends? Despite herexcitement, she decides to back off and just stick with what she’s already said, so she doesn't make it any worse.
"So, how will we know? I mean, I highly doubt that Laith’s going to answer any questions I have after I just cracked him on the head."
And that's being mild; she’d be lucky if it didn’t cause another magic meltdown when Laith wakes up and remembers, but she still doesn't think that she had any choice. He’s going to get them all in trouble if he doesn’t get himself under control, and it hadn't been like she could just ask him to stop what he was doing so she could call the leader of her werewolf pack, especially since he doesn't even know about werewolves in the first place. Witches and werewolves in one day might be too much for him to handle.
That means it’s up to her to handle this. She’ll just have to tell Jordyn and Kira the truth. And Laith.
"We'll have to find out,” Denzel says resolutely. “There's a way to check his family history. If he does have magic in his family, then at least we'll know how to deal with him.”
Elara pushes to her feet. “That sounds good,” she says, feeling a little relieved.
Denzel turns away. “If he doesn't, then we have an even bigger problem.”
Yeah. That means that neither of them has any magical blood in their families, and a rogue wolf is going around and turning them into half-wolf, half-witch hybrids without their consent.
Even worse than that is a thought that she can’t quite get out of her mind, no matter how hard she tries. If this rogue can take a perfectly normal human and make them half witch and half wolf, then what’s to stop them from making something worse?
21
Kade
As he walks away from the infuriating woman he’s bound to protect, Kade tries not to let the fact that she figured everything out herself annoy him. He bristles, kicking rocks and clenching and unclenching his fists over and over as he storms away. Something in him tells him not to leave, to stay and protect Elara from herself, but he can’t bring himself to turn around and face her.
Panic grips his heart. He’s worried she’ll hate him for this, that she’ll never speak to him again, and at the same time, he’s worried what will happen if Guy finds out he intervened and revealed his true nature. Kade revealed he has magic too and he knows from the time Elara’s spent with Denzel that she knows not all werewolves do.
It was a stupid mistake, one that might cost him everything.
The wind starts to pick up again and Kade turns just in time to see Elara knock Laith out with a stick. That makes him grin. Even if she doesn’t know how to use her magic as well as Kade does, she figured out a way to incapacitate the guy. He stepstowards her, thinking she changed her mind about the memory wipe right.
Except she pulls out her phone and calls Denzel.
Hot, raging jealousy pierces through Kade’s heart. Elara knows he’s here! She knows he offered to help! Why doesn’t she call out to him? Why would she call Denzel, who he explicitly warned her against trusting?
He storms forward, ready to demand just that when it hits him. A smell he could never forget, something so ingrained in his mind that a chill runs up his spine and stops him in his tracks. Eyes wide, Kade spins, looking for the source of the scent.
