Dad about it? To keep something like that from me when it could affect my future?
Having to deal with her suicide was horrible enough, but if she truly was a werewolf and never told Dad…
How could she not wonder if I would also suffer from depression? After all, if I’m a female werewolf without a pack, I could end up in the same position as her. Or what if I had a son and passed the gene onto him. Imagine his shock and mine when he hit puberty and turned into a wolf.
A sour taste fills my mouth. If that’s the case, then what she did is a hundred times worse.
OMG, Collin, I need you. I wish so hard that he were with me. I have a feeling that learning my true history would be easier if I had him to lean on.
But even though the SF may now believe that Collin and I are fated—since apparently the odds are higher in two werewolves—I still know there’s no guarantee that I can save him.
∞ ∞ ∞
Hours later, I again wish that Collin were here. I’ve been poked and prodded, scanned and tested, and treated like a lab rat for several hours.
Well, I guess it’s not that bad. Everyone has been really nice. It’s all smiles and apologies now when they do a test that requires drawing blood. It’s as if I’m one of them.
But my stomach is grumbling by mid-afternoon. Everyone is so caught up in the discovery of an undocumented supernatural that nobody’s remembered that I haven’t eaten in hours, and I can’t bring myself to complain. I can tell an event like this doesn’t happen often.
“There we go. All done,” a fairy technician says after she withdraws her needle. She hands me a cotton swab to stop the bleeding.
I hold pressure over my arm as she attaches a label to my specimen. “Any answers yet?”
The fairy snaps her gloves off and grins, revealing rows of pointy teeth. “Not yet, but we’ll have answers tomorrow morning. All of these tests need to process overnight.”
I sigh and check my arm. The bleeding’s stopped, so I throw the cotton ball in the garbage. The canister is fifteen feet away but, of course, I nail the shot. Come to think of it, I rarely miss shots like that. I’ve always chalked it up to being naturally athletic, when in reality, it was probably due to my werewolf genes.
“We’re finally all done, Brianna,” Kelly says cheerfully. “I’ll take you back to your room now.”
My room. Ugh. In my room I’m alone with no answers, and answers are what I desperately need right how.
“Is there any chance we could go for a walk outside first?” I ask and hop off the stool.
She checks her watch. “I suppose. I’m not due back for another hour.”
The one benefit of my supernatural lineage discovery is that everybody is more accepting of me now. It seems I’ve just joined the supernatural club. Membership requirement is pretty easy—supernatural blood only, and yes, they’re open to half-breeds.
I bite my lip and contemplate just how far I can use this new leverage. Cause while going outside will be nice, what I really want is to spend more time with Kelly. With any luck, I’ll be able to get more answers out of her about how Collin’s doing and what his future holds.
We exit the lab and head toward a set of double doors. Kelly does the security checks while I watch on. This place is essentially a fortress. There’s no way I’ll be able to sneak to wherever Collin is locked away.
Once outside, Kelly starts babbling about my undiscovered history and seems more excited about it than me. It takes a few attempts before I’m able to steer her to what I really want to know.
“That probably explains why Collin and I are fated,” I say casually. “If I’m a female werewolf, the chances of us being fated are higher, right?”
Kelly’s eyes narrow.
“He told me about female werewolves,” I continue. “Actually, he told me a lot about the supernatural community.”
Kelly cocks her head. “You two talked about stuff?”
“All of the time.”
She stops and faces me. The cool autumn wind blows through the trees behind us and lifts a few strands of her dark-blond hair. “Rogues aren’t usually known for casual conversation.”
“I know, and trust me, when Collin first abducted me, conversation wasn’t something we engaged in, but within the first few days, it became apparent to both of us that we