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told.”
Eddie poured him self another glass of lemonade and explained, “So, we just never crossed paths, Joe and me. I didn’t cross paths with Finn McClellan for a while, either. Not until I was ready to move. I got the permission of my youth pack Alpha, a guy named Gerry Lotkins, to join another pack. The reason I wanted to move was simple: I didn’t want my parents to find out where I was. It was tough living in the woods all the time, and I refused to go home because I didn’t trust myself around them. What if I bit them, too? I didn’t want to put them in that sort of danger. I wanted to make a life for myself. You know, maybe to go to school one day, make human friends, get a job, and own a home. I planned to change my name. That’s how I became Ed Rickards.
“Well, as I was packing up my stuff to leave, Finn comes at me and tries to persuade me into staying a Vyka. I told him I couldn’t, and he got really aggressive with me.” Eddie shook his head in annoyance. “I hate to say it, but I was sort of happy the day Finn died. I worried he was going to come up here and find me—try to kill me, even—if I didn’t agree to go back to the Vyka. There was no way I would be going back.” Meeting Samara’s gaze, he said, “I’d never considered the theory before, that Finn might have been the one who killed Joe. But now that I think about it, I would put money on it, that it was him. He always seemed sort of jealous of Joe, every time someone mentioned him. Almost like he wished he could be as powerful as Joe.”
Samara shifted on the leather sofa uncomfortably and took a small sip of lemonade. As the lemony liquid stung against her tongue, sh e could only think one thing.
If Eddie really was telling the truth, that her grandfather really had died, then maybe she had just imagined everything. Maybe she was crazy. Maybe she was hallucinating, even.
Or maybe Grandpa Joe really had come back in spirit form. If that was the case, though, the question was: did he come back to haunt Samara or to help her?
Chapter 7
“Well, that felt pointless,” Luke said once they were settled back in the car.
Samara glanced over at him. “How was it pointless? We got some of the answers we needed. Now we know that m y grandfather really did die.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Colby said hesitantly from the backseat. “Just because Eddie says your grandfather died doesn’t mean he really did.”
Samara sighed. “Why would he lie about it, though? It doesn’t mak e any sense. It’s not like he has anything to gain by lying about it.”
“Actually, it makes tons of sense,” Colby replied matter-of-factly. “We caught him off-guard, sure, but he’s not an idiot. He needs to keep up with the act he started years ago.
If Joe McKinley is alive—and I’m pretty sure he is—Eddie doesn’t want to break his trust. I mean, would you want to mess with the world’s most powerful werewolf? And that’s not to mention how the rest of the werewolf world would feel about Eddie if they knew he lied about really doing the autopsy.”
“Guys, Eddie wasn’t lying,” Emma spoke up, glancing up from her cell phone, which she had been text messaging on minutes before. “I can tell he wasn’t lying. I didn’t hear that screechy thing I always hear when someone lies. Even if Eddie’s wrong, he is telling what he believes to be the truth.” Pausing, she added, “I don’t know if your grandfather is dead or alive, Sam, but I do know one thing. I am starving . This werewolf girl really needs to eat. Do you think we can pull over somewhere and get some dinner?”
Samara realized that her own stomach was beginning to rumble with hunger at just the mention of food. “Yes, let’s stop a t the next restaurant we see.”
*
Ten miles and a twenty minute wait later, they all sat at two long tables that the staff pushed together for their large party of eleven. Once the
Eddie poured him self another glass of lemonade and explained, “So, we just never crossed paths, Joe and me. I didn’t cross paths with Finn McClellan for a while, either. Not until I was ready to move. I got the permission of my youth pack Alpha, a guy named Gerry Lotkins, to join another pack. The reason I wanted to move was simple: I didn’t want my parents to find out where I was. It was tough living in the woods all the time, and I refused to go home because I didn’t trust myself around them. What if I bit them, too? I didn’t want to put them in that sort of danger. I wanted to make a life for myself. You know, maybe to go to school one day, make human friends, get a job, and own a home. I planned to change my name. That’s how I became Ed Rickards.
“Well, as I was packing up my stuff to leave, Finn comes at me and tries to persuade me into staying a Vyka. I told him I couldn’t, and he got really aggressive with me.” Eddie shook his head in annoyance. “I hate to say it, but I was sort of happy the day Finn died. I worried he was going to come up here and find me—try to kill me, even—if I didn’t agree to go back to the Vyka. There was no way I would be going back.” Meeting Samara’s gaze, he said, “I’d never considered the theory before, that Finn might have been the one who killed Joe. But now that I think about it, I would put money on it, that it was him. He always seemed sort of jealous of Joe, every time someone mentioned him. Almost like he wished he could be as powerful as Joe.”
Samara shifted on the leather sofa uncomfortably and took a small sip of lemonade. As the lemony liquid stung against her tongue, sh e could only think one thing.
If Eddie really was telling the truth, that her grandfather really had died, then maybe she had just imagined everything. Maybe she was crazy. Maybe she was hallucinating, even.
Or maybe Grandpa Joe really had come back in spirit form. If that was the case, though, the question was: did he come back to haunt Samara or to help her?
Chapter 7
“Well, that felt pointless,” Luke said once they were settled back in the car.
Samara glanced over at him. “How was it pointless? We got some of the answers we needed. Now we know that m y grandfather really did die.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Colby said hesitantly from the backseat. “Just because Eddie says your grandfather died doesn’t mean he really did.”
Samara sighed. “Why would he lie about it, though? It doesn’t mak e any sense. It’s not like he has anything to gain by lying about it.”
“Actually, it makes tons of sense,” Colby replied matter-of-factly. “We caught him off-guard, sure, but he’s not an idiot. He needs to keep up with the act he started years ago.
If Joe McKinley is alive—and I’m pretty sure he is—Eddie doesn’t want to break his trust. I mean, would you want to mess with the world’s most powerful werewolf? And that’s not to mention how the rest of the werewolf world would feel about Eddie if they knew he lied about really doing the autopsy.”
“Guys, Eddie wasn’t lying,” Emma spoke up, glancing up from her cell phone, which she had been text messaging on minutes before. “I can tell he wasn’t lying. I didn’t hear that screechy thing I always hear when someone lies. Even if Eddie’s wrong, he is telling what he believes to be the truth.” Pausing, she added, “I don’t know if your grandfather is dead or alive, Sam, but I do know one thing. I am starving . This werewolf girl really needs to eat. Do you think we can pull over somewhere and get some dinner?”
Samara realized that her own stomach was beginning to rumble with hunger at just the mention of food. “Yes, let’s stop a t the next restaurant we see.”
*
Ten miles and a twenty minute wait later, they all sat at two long tables that the staff pushed together for their large party of eleven. Once the
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