Abigail was flabbergasted. And she would have denied it, but it all made sense now. It hadn't been Jess in her room. It'd been Coyote wearing his skin. "How do you know this?"
"Jonah. He got drunk one night back when we were dating and told me all about it. He was there with Coyote when he did it."
It was just as she'd seen in her house. That was why the voice had seemed so familiar to her.
"I should have told you when I found out, but Kurt and the others were in love with the idea of turning you into their own personal Terminator to slay the evil Dark-Hunters. It's all they talked about. They saw you as the perfect weapon against our enemies."
The sad thing was, she had been.
And Abigail didn't know what to say to that. Raw emotions warred inside her. Anger, hatred, betrayal. And even relief. At least she finally knew the truth about the night her parents died.
"Thank you, Hannah."
"You're not mad?"
"Not at you." Kurt and the others, she could kill over it.
Most of all, it was Coyote blood she wanted. That need was so strong that it bubbled up inside her like a volcano.
"Hey, Jess?"
Jess turned his attention to Sasha. "Yeah?"
He pointed to Abigail.
Jess looked over at her, then actually jumped when he saw what she looked like.
Holy shit. She barely looked human right now.
In fact, all three of them took a step back as they saw her eyes. They weren't just red. They had stripes of orange laced through them.
Her teeth grew longer, and there was an evil aura around her that said she was open for business.
Jess approached her slowly. Any sudden movement might make her gut him. "Baby?"
Abigail put her hand on his chest to stop him from coming any closer. "Not this time, Jess." Her voice sounded like it had reverb on it. "I want the blood of Coyote, and I won't be stopped."
Normally, he'd have stopped her anyway. But you know what?
Payback's a bitch, and this one was way overdue. If she wanted to rip Coyote's head off and play basketball with it, he'd bring the net.
"I've got your back, Abs."
Sasha screwed his face up. "You're going to make me get her back, too, aren't you?"
He gave the wolf a droll stare. "You wanna live?"
"Some days." Sasha let out a long, tired groan. "Fine. I'll follow even if it kills me, and it better not."
When Abigail started toward the lower chamber, Hannah fell in line to go with them.
As soon as Abigail noticed her slinking behind Sasha, she stopped her. "I want you to sit this one out."
Hannah scowled. "I don't understand."
"If anyone sees you aiding a Dark-Hunter..."
"I'm aiding my sister."