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Authors: Jody Morse, Jayme Morse
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waitress had taken their orders down, Samara and Luke shared everything that they’d learned from Eddie.
“Ghosts, I tell ya, ghosts,” Steve said, slurpin g Mountain Dew from his straw.
Samara smiled, happy that at least someone was thinking along the same lines as her.
Chris glanced over at her as he shoved a French fry in his mouth. “Sam, when you saw your grandfather on the night of the wedding, did he look like the Trusted Ones? You know, all transparent and stuff?”
Dipping a piece of chicken into a cup of honey mustard, Samara shook her head. “No, he didn’t look like a ghost. At least, I don’t think he did.” She sighed, trying to remember how her grandfather had looked on the night of her wedding. “I don’t know. It was so shocking for me to see him there at all that I barely paid attention to whether or not I could see through his skin.”
“You probably would have noticed,” Kyle chimed in. “The first time I saw Bennett, I wanted to shit a b rick. It was seriously scary.”
Even Samara had to admit that it had been pretty scary the first time that Bennett, Nadia, and Dante—the Trusted Ones—had visited them. Of course, half of the reason she had been afraid was because she hadn’t known that ghosts really existed or that Ouija boards—even if they were the type of Ouija boards that were used to call werewolf spirits, rather than human spirits—actually worked.
Colby laughed. “It’s scary every time I see Bennett . . . especially when I’m in the shower. They’re not joking when they say to check behind the shower curtain for murderers before you take a shower. You should be looking for ghosts, though.”
Steve choked on the soda he was drinking and burst into laughter. “Bennett visits yo u while you’re in the shower?”
“Yeah, well, sometimes,” Colby replied, running a hand over his blonde curly hair and glancing over at Emma nervously before turning back to Steve. “He likes to try to catch me in compromising positions, s o he can use it as blackmail.”
Samara noticed Emma glare at him, and Colby said, “Ouch! Don’t kick me!”
Samara chuckled. Even though she knew that Colby and Emma had gotten really close to each other and even that they’d share a few kisses, she couldn’t believe that her best friend had been in compromising positions (apparently in the shower) with Colby and hadn’t even told her about it. Emma used to tell her everything. A small part of Samara wondered if Emma was keeping this a secret from everyone . . . or if she had told Declan about how close she and Colby were getting.
Closing her eyes, Samara made sure to block Luke from accessing her thought and asked: Declan?
She waited for a few moments before realizing that Declan wasn’t going to answer her again. The bond that they had shared must have been broken when she’d said her vows to Luke. It was the only explanation that made any sense— or that she wanted to believe.
E ven though it was still hard to come to terms with, Samara was able to accept that her bond with Declan had been broken when she’d married Luke. But she didn’t even want to consider the possibility that Declan still may have been able to hear her, and that he was choosing not to answer her.
When Samara opened her eyes again, the room seemed a lot dimmer than it had been before. It must have been because she had finally come to the realization that she no longer shared a bond with Declan. She would never share a bond with him again, and somehow, that made the world seem like a much lonelier, darke r place than it once had been.
Is everything okay? Luke’s voice filled her mind. I can sense that you’re upset about something.
Samara felt her heart drop a little further. Luke was able to sense her emotions again, which was only more confirmation of what she already knew: her bond to Declan apparently was broken. Things were beginning to return to the way they had been before their two packs had
“Ghosts, I tell ya, ghosts,” Steve said, slurpin g Mountain Dew from his straw.
Samara smiled, happy that at least someone was thinking along the same lines as her.
Chris glanced over at her as he shoved a French fry in his mouth. “Sam, when you saw your grandfather on the night of the wedding, did he look like the Trusted Ones? You know, all transparent and stuff?”
Dipping a piece of chicken into a cup of honey mustard, Samara shook her head. “No, he didn’t look like a ghost. At least, I don’t think he did.” She sighed, trying to remember how her grandfather had looked on the night of her wedding. “I don’t know. It was so shocking for me to see him there at all that I barely paid attention to whether or not I could see through his skin.”
“You probably would have noticed,” Kyle chimed in. “The first time I saw Bennett, I wanted to shit a b rick. It was seriously scary.”
Even Samara had to admit that it had been pretty scary the first time that Bennett, Nadia, and Dante—the Trusted Ones—had visited them. Of course, half of the reason she had been afraid was because she hadn’t known that ghosts really existed or that Ouija boards—even if they were the type of Ouija boards that were used to call werewolf spirits, rather than human spirits—actually worked.
Colby laughed. “It’s scary every time I see Bennett . . . especially when I’m in the shower. They’re not joking when they say to check behind the shower curtain for murderers before you take a shower. You should be looking for ghosts, though.”
Steve choked on the soda he was drinking and burst into laughter. “Bennett visits yo u while you’re in the shower?”
“Yeah, well, sometimes,” Colby replied, running a hand over his blonde curly hair and glancing over at Emma nervously before turning back to Steve. “He likes to try to catch me in compromising positions, s o he can use it as blackmail.”
Samara noticed Emma glare at him, and Colby said, “Ouch! Don’t kick me!”
Samara chuckled. Even though she knew that Colby and Emma had gotten really close to each other and even that they’d share a few kisses, she couldn’t believe that her best friend had been in compromising positions (apparently in the shower) with Colby and hadn’t even told her about it. Emma used to tell her everything. A small part of Samara wondered if Emma was keeping this a secret from everyone . . . or if she had told Declan about how close she and Colby were getting.
Closing her eyes, Samara made sure to block Luke from accessing her thought and asked: Declan?
She waited for a few moments before realizing that Declan wasn’t going to answer her again. The bond that they had shared must have been broken when she’d said her vows to Luke. It was the only explanation that made any sense— or that she wanted to believe.
E ven though it was still hard to come to terms with, Samara was able to accept that her bond with Declan had been broken when she’d married Luke. But she didn’t even want to consider the possibility that Declan still may have been able to hear her, and that he was choosing not to answer her.
When Samara opened her eyes again, the room seemed a lot dimmer than it had been before. It must have been because she had finally come to the realization that she no longer shared a bond with Declan. She would never share a bond with him again, and somehow, that made the world seem like a much lonelier, darke r place than it once had been.
Is everything okay? Luke’s voice filled her mind. I can sense that you’re upset about something.
Samara felt her heart drop a little further. Luke was able to sense her emotions again, which was only more confirmation of what she already knew: her bond to Declan apparently was broken. Things were beginning to return to the way they had been before their two packs had
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