by Dena Christy
“I see,” she said. That definitely lined up with what she’d seen in the parking lot last night. But something else he said caught her attention, which she hadn’t noticed with the big reveal that he was a werewolf.
“What do you mean, I’m one too? I’ve been in this body my entire life, and I can assure you I’ve never once turned into a wolf.” A look of shame came over his face, and he seemed to hesitate. “Does this have something to do with my being drawn here even though I have no reasonable explanation as to why? Please just tell me all of it. How do you know I’m a werewolf?”
“I know because I bit you. Please know that I will regret that for the rest of my life, and I know there is nothing I can say or do to make up for it.”
Kate stood quickly, her instinct to run fighting with the need to stay. She turned and made it as far as the door.
“You can leave if you want,” he said quietly from behind her. “I won’t blame you. You have no reason to trust me. But there are things you need to know. Things I can help you with.”
“What kind of things?” she said between her teeth. She desperately wanted to leave here, but his words stopped her. “What led me here?”
“The forced inside you, is a call of sorts. I don’t know much about it because I haven’t bitten anyone before, and don’t know anyone who has. But from what I understands it’s nature’s way of ensuring you have a successful first turning. Please come back to the table, we’ll talk.”
Kate’s breathing was harsh her in ears as she lowered her hands. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to slow down her pounding heart rate. Having a full blown panic attack certainly wouldn’t help anything. She turned around and faced him.
“I’m going to stand right here and you are going to explain this to me. And you can start by telling me why you did this to me?”
“The why of it is long and complicated, but when I bit you I wasn’t myself, and unfortunately you happened to be there at the time.”
“Why?” she insisted, wanting the full story so she could understand why he’d bitten her and changed the course of her life.
“I was infected with a close variant of the rabies virus, it wasn’t enough to kill me, but it did turn my mind. The best I can explain it is it caused me to go mad.”
“Are you still rabid?” she asked as she edged ever closer to the door. She reached behind her and put her hand on the knob. She didn’t know if she could out run him, but she’d sure as shit give it her best shot.
“No. I wasn’t a true case of rabies. Look will you please come sit down, and we can talk about this. I promise you are safe here.” He turned and walked to another part of the house. A few moments later he returned with a knife in his hand.
Kate pressed herself against the door, her hand frantically twisting the knob.
“I thought you said I was safe here,” she cried as she opened the door.
“This isn’t for me to use,” he said calmly as he turned the hilt toward her and offered her the knife. “It’s pure silver. Stab me with it and I’m not going anywhere for a long time, if ever again. Please come and sit down. I promise I won’t hurt you, and you can hang onto the knife if you doubt me.”
She took the knife from him, and held it down at her side, pointing it at the floor. She calmly pulled the door shut and walked back into the kitchen. She sat and put the knife on the table within easy reach, picked up her glass of water and chugged the contents.
“Talk,” she commanded as she set her glass on the table.
Dark Wolf, book 3 of the Dark Wolf Series available on Amazon
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