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drawn to it before she had turned into a wolf. Isn’t that what was supposed to happen with werewolves? Samara didn’t know much about them because she had never believed in them, but she was pretty sure that they were only supposed to turn into wolves during the full moon. Is th at what was happening to her?
Samara looked back at her mom, who was still waiting for an answer. “I don’t know how I got here. Maybe I sleepwalked.” In a way, that’s what last night had felt like. It didn’t seem like she had been completely conscious and in control of herself; she had simply woken up and felt compelled to go outside and run.
Mrs. McKinley sighed. “That could be it. I remember your dad mentioning that Grandpa Joe always used to sleepwalk. Maybe sleepwalking is hereditary. We’ll have to talk to Dr. Mason about it the next time you go in for a check-up. ” Her mom opened the back door and stepped into the kitchen. “I’m going to make some breakfast. Are you hungry?”
“Starving,” Samara replied, feeling her stomach growl at just the thought of food.
“I figured I would make eggs, pancakes, and bacon. Would you rather have vegetaria n bacon or sausage?”
Samara shook her head. “No, I decided that I’m not a vegetarian anymore. I’ll have regular bacon.”
It had been a week since she had started eating meat, but she hadn’t told her mom and dad about it yet. Samara realized that they were going to have to find out sooner or later, though. Meat was the only thing that she had been craving lately, and she was starting to get tired of having to sneak it at night when everyone else was sleeping or wait until she was at school to eat. Even though eating any type of meat helped control her cravings, she would rather bring deli meat or leftover fried chicken to school for lunch than order mystery meat from the school cafeteria (especially if she didn’t want to get dirty looks from Emm a).
Mrs. McKinley raised an unkempt eyebrow. “You haven’t eaten meat for practically your whole entire life, and now you want bacon? Who are you , and what h ave you done with my daughter?”
Samara forced a laugh. She wanted to tell her mom that she was wondering t he same exact thing.
Chapter 8
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“Samara, are we okay ?” Emma asked over the phone.
“Yeah, we’re fine. Why wouldn’t we be?” Samara asked, trying to make her voice sound warm and cheerful. The truth was that she felt like she and her best friend were beginning to grow apart. Emma only cared about partying and boys, while Samara had more important things to worry about lately, like whether or not she had really t urned into a wolf last night.
Emma sighed over the phone. “Well, you left last night without even telling me you were leaving. Th at’s not what best friends do.”
“I’m sorry,” Samara replied, trying to make herself sound sympathetic. She wasn’t sure if it was really believable, though. “ I wasn’t feeling that good, so I just went home to sleep. How was the party?”
“It was amazing! Yo u’ll never guess who likes me!”
“You’re right, I’ll nev er guess. Who?” Samara asked.
“Jason! We made out a lmost the whole entire time.”
“Wow,” Samara replied. For some reason, she had thought that Emma was over Jason already. She’d had a crush on him over the summer for what felt like five minutes. Knowing the way Emma was, though, she’d probably move onto another guy in a week from now.
“What do you think of him? ” Emma asked. “He’s, like, gorgeous ! Isn’t he? ”
Samara hesitated. She wanted to tell Emma that she thought Jason was a creep , but she knew that wouldn’t win her the-best-friend-of-the-year award. Normally, Samara would have just told Emma the way it was , but it felt like their friendship was already on thin ice. She didn’t want to stomp on it and fall through. “He’s cute.”
Even though Jason was a creeper, Samara couldn’t deny that he was
Samara looked back at her mom, who was still waiting for an answer. “I don’t know how I got here. Maybe I sleepwalked.” In a way, that’s what last night had felt like. It didn’t seem like she had been completely conscious and in control of herself; she had simply woken up and felt compelled to go outside and run.
Mrs. McKinley sighed. “That could be it. I remember your dad mentioning that Grandpa Joe always used to sleepwalk. Maybe sleepwalking is hereditary. We’ll have to talk to Dr. Mason about it the next time you go in for a check-up. ” Her mom opened the back door and stepped into the kitchen. “I’m going to make some breakfast. Are you hungry?”
“Starving,” Samara replied, feeling her stomach growl at just the thought of food.
“I figured I would make eggs, pancakes, and bacon. Would you rather have vegetaria n bacon or sausage?”
Samara shook her head. “No, I decided that I’m not a vegetarian anymore. I’ll have regular bacon.”
It had been a week since she had started eating meat, but she hadn’t told her mom and dad about it yet. Samara realized that they were going to have to find out sooner or later, though. Meat was the only thing that she had been craving lately, and she was starting to get tired of having to sneak it at night when everyone else was sleeping or wait until she was at school to eat. Even though eating any type of meat helped control her cravings, she would rather bring deli meat or leftover fried chicken to school for lunch than order mystery meat from the school cafeteria (especially if she didn’t want to get dirty looks from Emm a).
Mrs. McKinley raised an unkempt eyebrow. “You haven’t eaten meat for practically your whole entire life, and now you want bacon? Who are you , and what h ave you done with my daughter?”
Samara forced a laugh. She wanted to tell her mom that she was wondering t he same exact thing.
Chapter 8
****
“Samara, are we okay ?” Emma asked over the phone.
“Yeah, we’re fine. Why wouldn’t we be?” Samara asked, trying to make her voice sound warm and cheerful. The truth was that she felt like she and her best friend were beginning to grow apart. Emma only cared about partying and boys, while Samara had more important things to worry about lately, like whether or not she had really t urned into a wolf last night.
Emma sighed over the phone. “Well, you left last night without even telling me you were leaving. Th at’s not what best friends do.”
“I’m sorry,” Samara replied, trying to make herself sound sympathetic. She wasn’t sure if it was really believable, though. “ I wasn’t feeling that good, so I just went home to sleep. How was the party?”
“It was amazing! Yo u’ll never guess who likes me!”
“You’re right, I’ll nev er guess. Who?” Samara asked.
“Jason! We made out a lmost the whole entire time.”
“Wow,” Samara replied. For some reason, she had thought that Emma was over Jason already. She’d had a crush on him over the summer for what felt like five minutes. Knowing the way Emma was, though, she’d probably move onto another guy in a week from now.
“What do you think of him? ” Emma asked. “He’s, like, gorgeous ! Isn’t he? ”
Samara hesitated. She wanted to tell Emma that she thought Jason was a creep , but she knew that wouldn’t win her the-best-friend-of-the-year award. Normally, Samara would have just told Emma the way it was , but it felt like their friendship was already on thin ice. She didn’t want to stomp on it and fall through. “He’s cute.”
Even though Jason was a creeper, Samara couldn’t deny that he was
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