“The Schreibers,” she said, her voice laced with anger. A shiver ran down my spine as I realized what she meant. “Who else?”My gaze flew to Matt, but he was still looking at Nina. “How many?” he growled.“Three, but I took care of it. One got away.”“They got some good shots in,” he said.She glanced down at her bandaged torso. “Yes, well. They caught me off guard.”Matt ran his hands through his already messy hair. I took a slight step away. I knew this wasn’t my fault, but I still felt guilty. The Schreibers were still my family. Dear God, what if my brother had something to do with this? I suddenly couldn’t look at Nina.“Did you recognize any of them?” Enzo asked.Matt turned away from us and stared hard at the window. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were distant. I looked at him for a moment before letting my eyes drop again.“No, but they were wearing masks. I called Seth to take care of the bodies.”“Seth?” I couldn’t help but ask. He was on the hockey team with them.Enzo
The fans filed out of the hockey rink with downtrodden expressions. The team took a hard 5-1 loss, and the play had been brutal. Matt got more than a few penalties, and Seth had to be taken off the ice after a brutal hit into the boards. A fight broke out while Seth was still on the ice, and it took a few minutes for the refs to separate the players before they could get him back to the bench. Matt was in the penalty box at the time, and he’d hit the glass so hard with his stick, the entire structure rattled.I hovered to the side near the closed concession stand, waiting for the crowd to leave and the players to emerge. It was easily their worst loss in a while, and I was glad I was there to comfort Matt. Fiona waved goodbye and left with a tall blond boy I didn’t recognize. Apparently, they met in one of her labs.Across the room, Sabrina stood in a huddle with a few of her friends. She gave me a dirty look, but I just dropped my eyes and did my best to ignore her. She was free to h
I stared into a pair of red eyes, my body frozen in place.Something in my head screamed at me to run, but I couldn't get my limbs to move. The rogue stared at me through the trees, nothing but its eyes and its faint outline visible. A shiver ran down my spine. What if it attacked me? There was nothing I could do to protect myself.The rogue growled, the sound making goosebumps rise across my skin.The rogue moved forward, and I stumbled back, landing hard on my ass in the dirt. The wolf shifted even closer, the long lines of its pelt coming into view as I scrambled back. My hands fought for purchase in the mud as it took another step. I pulled myself to my feet and sprinted for the house, my heart drumming a relentless rhythm in my ears. I couldn’t think, and I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even scream.I scrambled to get the back door open with shaking fingers. To my luck, the door swung open, and I fell into the dark basement. I closed the door behind me and locked it. When I looked
MattI waited until I was sure Celeste had run for the house before I shrugged off my leather jack and shifted. Enzo would find it, or I’d come back for it. My phone rang, and I stiffened. It was in the pocket my jacket, and the rogue’s ear pricked.The rogue growled low in its throat, flattening back its ears, but I made sure to stay between it and the house. I growled back and lunged for it, but it was already running. It was much more agile than the last one, and it turned on a dime, taking off at a sprint. I immediately sprang into action, grateful that it was at least heading away from Celeste and the party. The thought of Celeste being anywhere near it made panic tighten in my chest.I was still angry that she came out here alone, and I let that anger drive away the panic. She could have been seriously hurt. She could have been killed.The wolf was faster, almost as fast as me, but the longer we ran, the more I closed the distance between us. I couldn’t let it get away. It would
Matt found me an hour later, wearing a different pair of jeans and his leather jacket. His expression was subdued, and he barely looked at me when he took my hand.“We should go,” he muttered.“Okay.” I tried to catch his eye, but he wouldn’t look at me. There were a few scratches on his cheek, but nothing too serious. Not that I could see, at least.He let me by the hand through the crowd, his other arm pressed close to his side. I kept sending furtive glances his way, but if he noticed, he pretended not to. Something was wrong, and unease pooled in my gut. What happened out there? Obviously, they took care of the rogue if Enzo and Matt could leave, but then why did he seem so upset?Enzo met us at the door. He gave Matt a long look that Matt ignored.“Drive safe,” he said, his eyes still glued to Matt’s face.“Sure,” Matt murmured. He squeezed my hand and led me outside after him. A cool breeze rustled his dark hair, and a shiver moved through him. I tightened my grip on his hand, b
JackJack put his head in his hands and sighed. He’d been waiting for an hour already, and his grandfather showed no signs of letting him in. Jack knew he was being punished, but he didn’t know what for. He did everything he was supposed to. It’s not his fault they went after Nina without him. If they had included him, he might have suggested taking more than three people to attack a werewolf. But he wasn’t the one in charge.“Wow, stop sulking,” his cousin Freddy said.He was leaning against the wall beside their grandfather’s office, a sneer on his face. “Fuck off, Freddy.” He was the oldest cousin, and their grandfather’s favorite. As a result, he thought he was so much better than everyone else.“You’re pathetic,” Freddy drawled.“I’m surprised you even know who I am. You’re too busy kissing the big man’s ass to pay attention to anyone else.”He took a step forward. “Watch yourself.”“Whatever, man.” Jack was way too tired to deal with him. He couldn’t remember the last time he go
I woke up in Matt’s arms.He lay curled against me, his leg wedged between mine. His arm was draped over my stomach, the other acting as a pillow beneath my head. I could feel his soft breaths on the back of my neck, and the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back.Soft light filtered around the curtains, lighting up the motel room. It looked worse in the daylight, everything well-worn and over-used. I didn't mind where we were, though, as long as we were together. Last night, Matt barely spoke. He just got ready for bed and curled up against me. I didn’t talk either, just held his hand until we both fell asleep.I snuggled closer to him, and he tightened his hold on me. I was worried about him, but I didn’t want to force him to talk until he was ready. What happened was terrible, and I knew he needed time to process everything. The most important thing was being with him. Even if it meant incurring Jack’s wrath.Matt sat up suddenly, his breathing hitched. I turned over and
The cabin was less of a cabin, and more a mansion. It was huge. The minute we pulled up the long gravel drive, and the house appeared between the trees, I felt my jaw job. It had several floors, with large wooden balconies, and tall windows. It was rustic, built in the style of a log cabin, but the sheer size of it was overwhelming.“This is not what I pictured,” I admitted. I got out to stand beside the car, gazing up at the house. Matt got out and watched me.“It belongs to Nina’s family,” he said. “She said we could use it this weekend.”