“That’s a matter of opinion.” Cooper rose from his chair.
I stepped between him and my father before things got more heated. “Hey, c’mon. Maybe I could make you some tea back at your place?”
“Nah, Lily. Don’t feel like tea.” Lifting his head toward the tree of ravens, he clapped his hands. “Go on! Get out of here!”
The birds rustled and chattered in the branches, but didn’t fly away. I knew the feeling. I wanted to stay with my friend, despite his anger.
“It’s hard to accept, but Ivan knew the risk he was taking as a Protector,” Dad said. He was doing that thing he always did, trying to diffuse situations with talk. I think it was part of his training for the sheriff’s department, where he worked as a deputy. “You have to understand that, son. It was a sacrifice he chose.”
A muscle at Cooper’s jaw twitched. I shot my father a look of warning. You didn’t push Cooper. He’d spent two years after high school in the Army and he had been injured during his deployment in Afghanistan. Cooper didn’t back down. And without his help, we’d never have made it home alive from the Devil’s Nook trail where my dad had been injured and weak after a disappearance of nearly two weeks.
The night of my dad’s rescue had been my first moonlight run in wolf form, and I’d been clueless. Cooper had been there to confront the hunter who had tried to shoot us. The shocking news had come later––that his father Ivan had been the body that local law enforcement had found apparently mauled by animals in the woods. No one had known Ivan was missing until Cooper had discovered his father’s place ransacked. The body from the woods had been too torn up for an easy identification––for a time, the sheriff had even thought it might be my Dad––but a DNA match had confirmed it was Ivan. Now wasn’t the time to talk of sacrifices to Cooper. Not to someone who’d already risked his life for his country, then for our family and in doing so had lost his only parent.
“Come on,” I said, slipping an arm around Cooper’s shoulders. “I’ll walk you home.”
He shrugged out of my embrace, and then stalked off in the direction of the caretaker’s quarters.
My heart sank. He wasn’t all right, and I couldn’t let him be alone. Not today. “I’ll see you back at the house in a while. Tell the girls not to hold dinner for me,” I told my father.
“In my experience,” Dad said, his dark eyebrows drawing together, “sometimes it’s best to leave people alone when they’re hurting. He needs time to process things.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I called over my shoulder as I navigated the plots and markers. Processing alone wasn’t going to be good for Cooper.
The heels of my short boots crushed the soggy grass as I hurried along. I knew the layout of Pioneer Falls Cemetery well from my night visits over the last few weeks. It was a hotspot for local wolves, not all of them friendly. I’d found that out the hard way. The fabric of my new black dress swished against my long rain parka, my one concession to the weather. You have to be prepared when you live in the foothills of the North Cascade Mountains. It’s true that Washington state gets a lot of rain, but it’s not constant and the forecast changes a lot. That morning’s rain had tapered off, revealing a white sky, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t start pouring again.
Ahead, spots of color lit up the stone path, damp red and gold leaves that Cooper hadn’t bothered to sweep away. A broken fountain featuring a cherub with a watering can gurgled near the entrance to the oldest section of graves. Cooper knelt near its base, his six-in-one hand tool out. Dirt from the path marred the knees of his black suit.
“Damn thing doesn’t flow right,” he said, without looking up as I approached.
I took a seat on a nearby bench. “Cooper.”
He gave a bolt a couple turns of his wrench and turned the water switch on again. The watering can spouted a steady stream into the basin below. He covered the access hatch, and then brushed at the dirt spots on his suit. I hadn’t noticed he was wearing Vans at the service, but the old-school checkerboard design of the shoes made me smile. It was so Cooper.
“You need something?” he asked, closing his hand tool and then stuffing it in his pocket.
“Just to sit with you awhile.”
He sank down next to me on the bench. If there was one thing I’d learned about Cooper, it was he loved to talk. One of his more unique qualities in addition to his love for a good cup of tea. As I suspected, it didn’t take long before he filled in the silence between us.
“I thought more people would have come, maybe...” Cooper removed his sunglasses and stuck them in his pocket. Red rimmed his blue eyes, showing his exhaustion. His messy brown hair, tamed earlier with some kind of product, was wavy from the damp air. “You see that tree of birds? Now that was something.”
“They don’t usually hang out around here?”
He ran a hand over the back of his neck, a nervous gesture I’d seen him do before. “You know the thing about ravens and wolves, right?”
“Symbiotic relationship?”
He nodded. “Ravens follow wolves and help finish off remains of the kills. Seeing all of them, up in the tree, seemed like a show of respect for my father.” Cooper smiled thinly. “Or maybe it was another bad omen in a string of many. Starting to think I should start believing these signs.”
I rubbed my arms, feeling the chill of the afternoon working its way through the fabric of my rain parka. I wished I could do something to comfort Cooper, make him tea, something. He needed it. I settled for changing the subject. “So. What are you going to do next?”
“I don’t know. Move back into my dad’s house. I’m almost done with the repairs from all the damage. I need to clean up the kennels, corral the hybrids that are still loose. A vet was around a week or so ago, but none of my dad’s dogs would come to him.”
“I could help,” I offered. “I’m good with animals.”
“That’d be cool of you, but I got it.” I had the sense that resentment lingered just behind the sorrow and loneliness in Cooper’s gaze. “I need time alone anyway. I need to think about things,” he added, but I suspected it was more about what my dad had said earlier––Cooper was distancing himself from us, from werewolves. I could feel it.
I lifted my chin, projecting authority, I hoped. “Listen to me, you shouldn’t be alone right now, you need––”
“Don’t tell me what I need,” he interrupted, between gritted teeth.
I gripped the edge of the cold bench, trying the best I could to not take his anger personally. “Sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry,” he said. “I—I need to process all this. Sort stuff out.”
“That makes sense,” I said, my voice hitching in my throat. “But I’m your friend. I’m not leaving you, just like you didn’t leave me.”
“You’ve got other friends,” he said, his gaze traveling over my face. “You have Morgan.”
I tried to keep my expression neutral. This was a sore spot. Cooper hadn’t been fond of the werewolf I’d met while my father was missing. He’d cautioned me to be on my guard with him, but Morgan McAllister turned out to be more friend than foe. And then more than just a friend to me. “Morgan only played a small part in saving my dad. You were the hero,” I assured Cooper.
He shrugged. “Seems pretty interested in protecting you.” There was a trace of something in Cooper’s tone. Hurt, worry. “He’s still in town, right?”
“For now,” I said, getting up from the bench. “You sure there’s nothing I can do? Nothing you need.”
Cooper followed my lead, standing up. Then he swiped at the dirt on his suit again. “The only thing I need at the moment is a dry cleaner,” he mumbled.
“Well, my sisters are cooking dinner. I’m sure there’s plenty if you want to join us. Or I can bring you a plate later.” Awkwardly, I wrapped my arms around him, forcing him to hug me.
He was stiff in my arms. I caught the scent of cedar from a closet on his suit, and behind that a trace of machine oi
l, salt of sweat on his skin. Hard work, I thought. He smelled like honest hard work, a good smell.
His strong hands were light on my back, as if he thought he might hurt me if he embraced me too tightly. “I don’t need dinner. I’ve got a chore list around here to punch through,” he said, releasing me from the hug after a couple seconds.
“I’m going to keep checking on you,” I said.
“Lucky me,” Cooper grunted, but he managed a weak smile.
After I said good-bye to Cooper, I scurried toward the main gates. A drizzle began a pitter-patter onto the cement path. I pulled my hood up, prepared for a soggy walk home.
Suddenly, the maple tree near Ivan’s gravesite expelled a noisy flood of ravens. I turned to see the swell of black birds cresting above my head, their cries urgent, haunting. Blinking against the rain droplets, I watched them sail on toward the river. I’d never believed in omens before, but my eyes had been opened to a world of unusual things in recent days. Werewolves were real. Rival packs were vicious. Hunters were bloodthirsty. The full moon was dangerous.
A shiver rippled across my skin. Maybe there was truth in what Cooper said. That many ravens in one place couldn’t be a good sign.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Heather Davis lives in the Pacific Northwest where she writes Young Adult Paranormal Romances about smart, courageous girls in extraordinary circumstances.
In her books, you’ll always find mysterious (and often brooding) heroes, dark secrets to uncover, heartfelt emotion, and plenty of sizzling kisses along the way.
Heather is the author of the Never Cry Werewolf series and other books for teens, including the 2011 RITA Award Finalist for Best Young Adult Romance, The Clearing. A fan of indie bands, movies, kittens, and green tea lattes, she loves connecting with her readers.
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OTHER BOOKS BY HEATHER DAVIS
THE PIONEER FALLS SERIES
A Curse So Dark
A Forest So Deadly (November 2017)
A Light So Cruel (December 2017)
THE NEVER CRY WEREWOLF SERIES
Never Cry Werewolf
Sometimes by Moonlight: A Novella (Book 2)
Always in Shadow: A Novella (Book 3)
STAND-ALONE YOUNG ADULT ROMANCES
The Clearing (Time-Travel Paranormal)
Wherever You Go (Ghostly Paranormal)
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