Chapter 3

Sylvie Morgan's pov

“That boy is nice looking and smells nice,” the female voice from my dreams suddenly said clearly in my head.

With wide eyes, I looked panicked around the classroom and at the other students to see if they heard her too.

“Stop behaving so awkwardly, Sylvie. I'm your friend and ally,” Opal whined and I scowled.

“I think I need to see my therapist,” I surmised as I opened my textbook to begin my lesson for the day.

“You're not crazy, dear, and you don't NEED a human therapist, as they have no idea what you truly are,” she growled, causing me to rub my eyes.

My stomach flipped at her using the word human and I wondered what she meant by saying it that way. Before I could inquire about it I heard Ethan saying my name repeatedly. I glanced over at him, asking me what was going on. Other students were watching him and me as I shook my head growing worried about the teacher disciplining us.

Mouthing to him that I was fine, he frowned back at me, so I ignored him and focused on the words before me. Forgetting about what I was going to ask the voice about her odd use of the word human.

Feeling a wad of paper hit my side I glanced down at the piece of paper and picked it up off the floor.

Unwrinkling it I read the message that Ethan had written.

“Let's ditch the rest of the day and go get some ice cream then hang at my apartment.”

Scrunching my face, I peered over at him and sighed as I reluctantly nodded, bringing a smirk to his handsome face.

Rolling my eyes, I checked the clock and saw that fifteen minutes remained still for the first-period class.

Tucking the note into my book bag, I lifted my textbook and continued to read.

“Are you going to mate with that male,” Opal asked bluntly and I began to choke and cough.

“What in the hell,” I sputtered, causing all eyes to land on me.

Embarrassed, I covered my redding face and ignored their mutterings.

“Stop talking to me, they already believe that I am insane,” I murmured and heard her huff at me in annoyance.

“Why are you speaking with me? What are you and why now? Do I have a brain tumor,” I murmured under my breath.

Hearing laughter echo in my head, I cringed, believing I was experiencing psychosis, and frowned.

I decided that I would tell Marcus that I should see my therapist. After the thought, the voice growled viciously in my mind.

My heart was racing and I was growing concerned. When the bell rang I jumped, getting startled.

Ethan rushed to my side and grabbed my upper arm.

“Come on Sylvie, let's get you out of here,” he asserted harshly.

Giving him a terrified look my bottom lip trembled slightly as I gathered my things.

“I think there's something seriously wrong with me,” I told him sullenly and he shook his head as he grabbed my bookbag from my hand and pulled me with him out of class.

Glancing at me, he asked,” Your eighteenth birthday is coming soon, isn't it?”

“Yeah, some of us aren't adults yet like you, Ethan,” I snapped back and heard him chuckle.

“It's not a joking matter, Ethan! I'm hearing a voice in my head, and it's unnerving,” I asserted, and he wrapped his arm around me and continued to steer me out the side door of our school.

Once we were outside, he exhaled deeply and said, “Sylvie, I promise that you are completely sane, and that voice that is speaking to you IS a PART of YOU,” he said assuredly, and my eyes narrowed at him.

We arrived at his sedan and he opened his passenger door for me.

Befuddled, I opened my mouth to disagree with him, but he gave me a raised brow and pointed at the front seat.

“Trust me, I'm your best friend and wouldn't deceive you,” he said with a grin.

Nodding my head I watched him shut the door and hurry to the driver's side.

Wringing my hands on my lap, I peeked over at him, tossing my bag into the back seat and putting the keys into the ignition.

“Can you just take me to your place, I don't think I will be alright going into the store like this,” I groaned.

“That's fine, I have ice cream at home,” he responded and backed out of the parking lot.

“Has Marcus spoken to you about your parents yet?”

Glaring at him, I shook my head and told him that he was going to talk with me tonight after school, and his lips curled downward as he sped down the narrow street.

Creasing my brow, I asked him if he knew anything about what Marcus was going to tell me about my parents, and he grew serious suddenly.

“Sylvie, you're a werewolf, and so is everyone else in this town, but you're different somehow because the change is happening later for you,” he said, and I gasped at him.

“Really?! Give me a fucking break! That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard,” I stated firmly growing defensive.

The voice in my head was yipping and telling me that he was telling me the truth.

Shaking my head, I felt nauseous, and once he stopped the car, I scrambled out of the car and started running toward the direction of the cabin.

“Sylvie! Please STOP,” he shouted out after me.

Sobbing, I felt like I had lost my mind completely, and between Ethan chasing after me and Opal growling in my head, I threw up my hands and fell to the wet asphalt.

“This can't be real! None of this is real life,” I stammered as I buried my face into my hands and wept freely.

Hearing Ethan's footsteps growing closer I glanced up to see him looking crestfallen.

“I'm sorry, Sylvie, I could have broken it to you more gently but I have kept it inside for years,” he mumbled softly.

Confused and aghast I tilted my head to look at him in his eyes and saw he was being truthful.

“Do I have to eat people,” I questioned him.

His face contorted into disgust and he shook his head.

“Goddess NO! Why would you think that?”

Shrugging, I said,” I know absolutely nothing about werewolves, and I just assumed.”

Offering me his hand I took ahold of it so he could help me to stand.

Embracing me I breathed in his scent deeply and heard the voice humming in my mind.

“Let's go eat some ice cream. It will take the edge off,” he suggested and I exhaled deeply as I let him hold my hand and walk me back to his place.