A Girl and Her Wolf (Howl, #7)

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her parents’ parties, and he’d been a bigwig business guy. There was no way he could be content with what his life had become.
    He didn’t say anything in response, which only confirmed her suspicions.
    Just be honest with me, Gary. Do you miss her? Emma asked.
    Her stepdad stared back at her with a sad look in his eyes. Of course I miss her, Emma. We were married for thirteen years. It’s not that easy to fall out of love.
    A feeling of hope washed through her. Maybe there w as still hope that she and her mom could reconcile, after all. Then why don’t you tell her?
    Because it doesn’t seem fair to her , Gary replied. Your mother married a human . . . not a werewolf. And there’s always a chance that I could end up hurting her if we were to stay together. Humans are much more fragile than werewolves, you know.
    Yeah, I know, Emma replied, trying to understand his point of view. She couldn’t help but think that there had to be another option—a way that the two of them could be together without there being any risks to her mother. A light bulb went off in her head and she turned to Gary. What would you say if I told you there was a way the two of you could be together without you needing to worry?
    What is it? Gary asked.
    Bite my mom , she replied. Turn her into a werewolf, too. That way, you can’t hurt her, and she can’t be mad that you’re a werewolf when she’s one, too. Plus, then, there’s a chance that neither of us will outlive her. She’ll become an immortal, too.
    I don’t know, her stepdad hesitated. It doesn’t seem fair to her. She shouldn’t have to turn into a werewolf against her own will.
    I guess you’re right , Emma replied. This whole idea suddenly hit too close to home, which made her feel guilty for even letting the idea cross her mind, let alone suggesting it. Troy hadn’t given her the option to change into a werewolf; it had been completely against her will. It had taken her a long time to get past it and, even though her best friend had good intentions, it hadn’t been her stepdad’s choice to become a werewolf, either.
    After a few moments, Emma came up with a second idea. Why don’t you give Mom the choice to become a werewolf, then?
    Gary hesitated. She would never say yes to that.
    We won’t know that for sure until we try. Please? Emma asked, giving him puppy eyes. It’d always worked on him when she was in her human form, so why not now?
    Gary let out a little sigh. Fine. Meet me at her house tomorrow at six o’clock . . . okay?
    Perfect , Emma replied. She felt so pleased with him giving in that she didn’t even think to ask how he would know what time it was.
     
    *
     
    When she got back to the house, Colby was standing in front of the oven wearing his apron that said “Kiss the Chef.”
    “I’m back from my walk,” Emma told him with a small smile.
    “I see that,” Colby replied, as he pulled a pan out of the oven. He glanced over his shoulder at her. “Are you still mad at me?”
    “I’m not mad at you,” Emma told him, feeling guilty about how she’d acted earlier. “What’s for dinner? I’m starving.”
    He grinned. “You better be. I made your favorite—chicken Alfredo and garlic bread. I also made some salad.”
    That was probably a good thing. Emma knew that protein was most important for growing werewolf babies, but it couldn’t hurt to add more vegetables to her diet, too. She figured that the more nutrients she took in, the better.
    Colby set the food on the table and took off his apron. He pulled a chair out for her.
    Her stomach growled loudly as she sat down. She glanced around the room, noticing how quiet it was for the first time. “Where’s Daven?” she asked.
    “He’s sleeping. Surprisingly early, too,” Colby replied as he sat down in a chair next to her.
    “He’s been sleeping a lot lately,” Emma noted as she bit into a piece of garlic bread. “Much more than he does when we usually babysit, I mean.”
    “It is

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