werewolves…enemies?”
“Yes.”
Despair roiled inside me, although I didn’t quite know why.
I’d only just met Jericho. It made no sense for me to be upset about him being on
the other side, so to speak. But I was upset nonetheless.
“Eve.”
I looked up, and saw that he had shifted so that he was
facing me, his shoulder pressed against the bars.
“You know that I allowed myself to be captured last night,”
he said, and his eyes, more gray than silver in this light, were serious.
I nodded.
“Would I have done that to save my enemy?”
I flushed under the intensity of his gaze, an intense rush
of desire curling my toes. “I guess not.”
There was a clatter of footsteps, and I immediately sprang
to my feet, backing away from the sound. I could see the steps we’d taken to
get into the cellar the night before, but beyond that, there was a wall
separating us from the other half of the cellar. Presumably the staircase
leading down from the house was on the other side of that wall.
As I’d expected, a man and a woman emerged from behind the wall.
I moved closer to Jericho, who was also standing, facing the newcomers.
The woman stopped in front of my cell. She was tall and
model-beautiful, her slender figure poured into a pair of skintight jeans and a
black tank top. Her hair was an average sort of brown, unremarkable in its
shade, but her eyes were a brilliant, sparking green. I knew, without a doubt,
that she was the green-eyed gray wolf from last night.
“She can’t be the nomad,” was the first thing she said. “Her
eyes are blue.”
I’d already figured out that the only thing that didn’t
change during your wolf transformation was your eye color, but now I
remembered, in a rush, that the wolf that had attacked me on Friday had been
green-eyed.
“I’m not,” I said, and my voice didn’t come out as strong as
I’d hoped. “Last night was my…first time. I was attacked by a wolf on Friday
night. Before that, I was human.”
“That’s impossible,” the man spoke up. He stopped beside
her, and I could see immediately that they were related. He had the same
slender frame, the same brown hair, and the same square jawline. Only their
eyes were different. His were a rich chocolate color. The black wolf.
“No one shifts on their first night,” he continued, glaring
at me.
“She may be an alpha,” the girl said.
“Amy! Do you know how incredibly unlikely that is? Only-“
“One in a thousand. Yes, I know,” she replied impatiently.
“How else do you explain it?”
“She’s been turned for a long time. She’s solitary, a nomad.
Maybe not the nomad we’re looking for, but still a nomad.”
“I was attacked on
Friday night,” I insisted. “You can talk to Dr. Good Crow. He treated my bite
wounds.” I turned, sticking my bare leg out to the side so they could see the
shiny scar tissue on my calf. “Look, here’s where the wolf bit me. The marks
healed really fast- but you can still see where it got me.”
“Dr. Good Crow isn’t even in town right now,” the man said,
and I could tell he didn’t believe me, despite the scars- or maybe because of
the scars, since I was making the ridiculous claim that they’d completely
healed in less than two days.
“I know. He left yesterday, right after he took care of me.
He said he’d stop by my house on his way to the clinic tomorrow morning to
check up on me. He’s good friends with my- my family.” I stopped short of
saying Grandma Sam. I still didn’t know these people, and I wasn’t quite sure
of their intentions.
“You’re lying,” the man growled.
“Calm down, Kaiser.” Amy looked at me, and I could almost
see the wheels turning in her head. “I can’t let you go,” she said finally.
“You’ll shift tonight, and even if you’re not the nomad- even if you’re telling
the truth, new wolves can’t be trusted to control themselves. When Max comes
back, he can decide what to do with you.” She turned and
“Yes.”
Despair roiled inside me, although I didn’t quite know why.
I’d only just met Jericho. It made no sense for me to be upset about him being on
the other side, so to speak. But I was upset nonetheless.
“Eve.”
I looked up, and saw that he had shifted so that he was
facing me, his shoulder pressed against the bars.
“You know that I allowed myself to be captured last night,”
he said, and his eyes, more gray than silver in this light, were serious.
I nodded.
“Would I have done that to save my enemy?”
I flushed under the intensity of his gaze, an intense rush
of desire curling my toes. “I guess not.”
There was a clatter of footsteps, and I immediately sprang
to my feet, backing away from the sound. I could see the steps we’d taken to
get into the cellar the night before, but beyond that, there was a wall
separating us from the other half of the cellar. Presumably the staircase
leading down from the house was on the other side of that wall.
As I’d expected, a man and a woman emerged from behind the wall.
I moved closer to Jericho, who was also standing, facing the newcomers.
The woman stopped in front of my cell. She was tall and
model-beautiful, her slender figure poured into a pair of skintight jeans and a
black tank top. Her hair was an average sort of brown, unremarkable in its
shade, but her eyes were a brilliant, sparking green. I knew, without a doubt,
that she was the green-eyed gray wolf from last night.
“She can’t be the nomad,” was the first thing she said. “Her
eyes are blue.”
I’d already figured out that the only thing that didn’t
change during your wolf transformation was your eye color, but now I
remembered, in a rush, that the wolf that had attacked me on Friday had been
green-eyed.
“I’m not,” I said, and my voice didn’t come out as strong as
I’d hoped. “Last night was my…first time. I was attacked by a wolf on Friday
night. Before that, I was human.”
“That’s impossible,” the man spoke up. He stopped beside
her, and I could see immediately that they were related. He had the same
slender frame, the same brown hair, and the same square jawline. Only their
eyes were different. His were a rich chocolate color. The black wolf.
“No one shifts on their first night,” he continued, glaring
at me.
“She may be an alpha,” the girl said.
“Amy! Do you know how incredibly unlikely that is? Only-“
“One in a thousand. Yes, I know,” she replied impatiently.
“How else do you explain it?”
“She’s been turned for a long time. She’s solitary, a nomad.
Maybe not the nomad we’re looking for, but still a nomad.”
“I was attacked on
Friday night,” I insisted. “You can talk to Dr. Good Crow. He treated my bite
wounds.” I turned, sticking my bare leg out to the side so they could see the
shiny scar tissue on my calf. “Look, here’s where the wolf bit me. The marks
healed really fast- but you can still see where it got me.”
“Dr. Good Crow isn’t even in town right now,” the man said,
and I could tell he didn’t believe me, despite the scars- or maybe because of
the scars, since I was making the ridiculous claim that they’d completely
healed in less than two days.
“I know. He left yesterday, right after he took care of me.
He said he’d stop by my house on his way to the clinic tomorrow morning to
check up on me. He’s good friends with my- my family.” I stopped short of
saying Grandma Sam. I still didn’t know these people, and I wasn’t quite sure
of their intentions.
“You’re lying,” the man growled.
“Calm down, Kaiser.” Amy looked at me, and I could almost
see the wheels turning in her head. “I can’t let you go,” she said finally.
“You’ll shift tonight, and even if you’re not the nomad- even if you’re telling
the truth, new wolves can’t be trusted to control themselves. When Max comes
back, he can decide what to do with you.” She turned and
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