the house ready for you to move in by tomorrow, sound good?”
I took a deep breath, and faced my fears. “Sure, that’s fine. I have to go to my parents’ for dinner tonight. What do I say to them? Anything?” I didn’t know if I could lie to them, but if I had to, to protect them, then I would.
“They’re not allowed to know by Lycan law, but you said you were supposed to go travelling, was that soon? Could you lie to them and say you were about to leave?”
“Yes that would work. What they don’t know can’t hurt them. Right?” I faked a smile.
“Have you thought about what you’ll do with your house?”
I looked up into his dashing eyes. There was just too much to think about. I shook my head.
“I think you should keep it for now, maybe rent it out after a while? It’s a good investment, it would be a shame to have to sell it.”
I loved my home. It represented so much more than a house, and the thought of selling it didn’t sit well. Renting was better, especially when I didn’t know what I’d be doing for income.
“I completely forgot, but I have to go to work tomorrow lunchtime, it’s my last shift,” I said apologetically.
“That’s fine, we can move you in afterwards.” He walked into the living room and put his shirt and shoes on. I was sorry to see his clothes back on.
“What time do you finish?”
“Three.”
“I’ll be here by four.” I nodded, finally accepting that it was actually happening. I wasn’t happy, but I couldn’t deny the truth anymore even if I’d wanted to. That wasn’t smart, and if I’d learnt anything from my past it was better to adapt and move on, no matter the pain. Like evolution, I’d change to accommodate.
“Do you need me to drive you home?” I remembered a little too late that he hadn’t driven here. How else was he going to get home? He smiled at me and walked towards the back door.
“You have a lovely view here. The woods are right on your doorstep,” he said as if he knew something I didn’t. He opened the door and winked. “See you tomorrow!”
He ran through the garden looking every bit the sportsman. He neared the entrance to the woods, and I watched the air as it vibrated around him, morphing with electricity. His body bent and twisted in ways unimaginable, and I realised he was shifting into a wolf.
I stood, gasping, as the magnificent black wolf stared at me, the green of his eyes the only indication that he was still Riley. He was enormous and powerful, and I faltered through the door as I tried to get a closer look at him.
He bowed his head and disappeared, again.
I choked at the obvious realisation that Werewolves existed. There was no denying it now.
Chapter Six
“Who is it?” mum’s voice crackled over the intercom.
“Your hungry
Matthew Klein
Christine D'Abo
M.J. Trow
King Abdullah II, King Abdullah
R. F. Delderfield
Gary Paulsen
Janine McCaw
Dan DeWitt
Frank P. Ryan
Cynthia Clement