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By:Ellen Schreiber


I looked at Nash, who shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not a vandal,” he said defensively.

“Brandon was the werewolf?” Abby said. “That’s odd. He always sits in the back of class so quietly. He doesn’t seem the type to run around town for attention.”

“But remember when he stood by the classroom window when the wolves came to school and he psychically made them run off?” Jake said. “Pretty freaky!”

“Maybe he really is a wolfman,” Ivy teased.

“I guess he was playing a joke on us,” Dylan said. “Moving to this new town—maybe he thinks we are fools.”

“You think he was the one playing tricks?” Nash asked us all. It was as if he was longing to tell them his secret, too.

“We didn’t have any werewolf spottings until he came here,” Ivy pointed out.

“And he did put that Vulcan mind meld on those wolves at school,” Jake stressed again.

“I’m not so sure,” Abby said. “It seems too convenient that he’d just put the costume on his own car. Why would he do that?”

“Why do you think he wouldn’t?” Dylan said, almost challenging. “I don’t know why you are defending him. He’s the one who jumped out at you in that stupid outfit and scared the life out of you.”

“I’m not. It just doesn’t make sense.”

“Well, why would he run around town dressed as a werewolf in the first place?” Ivy posed. “A cry for help? He wears those fingerless gloves. He eats like a pig. He’s weird. But the good news is it’s over now. We’re all safe. I’m really glad to know it was just a lame joke.”#p#分页标题#e#

“But it still surprises me that he’d be the one to jump out at me like he did,” Abby said. “He’s usually so quiet in school.”

“Well, at least we don’t have a werewolf running around Legend’s Run anymore,” Ivy said.

“Or do we?” Jake growled, and tickled her tiny waist.

“Yes, it’s over now,” Nash said, glaring at me.

This was the moment. I couldn’t watch Brandon be a punch line to the students’ very unpractical jokes anymore. I needed to declare my love for Brandon. And if Nash decided to tell them what he saw, then so be it. I’d tell them he was pranking them and see whose story was more believable.

I looked intently at my friends. “I have something to tell you,” I said bravely.

Just then I caught sight of Brandon walking to his Jeep. His dark hair flopped with his long and sexy stride. He stopped suddenly when he spotted the werewolf costume lying on the hood. He glanced around and then noticed us standing outside the gymnasium. He seemed to be staring right at me; his gaze lingered. I felt his disappointment, and I was deeply saddened.

He picked up the costume and tossed it in a nearby garbage can.

Even from my vantage point, I could sense his pain and disgust. He knew who had been wearing the costume—the handsome guy standing beside me.

I lurched forward to go to Brandon, but Nash grabbed my wrist. His grip was strong; I couldn’t have wiggled free if my life depended on it. My heart raced, seeing Brandon there—having to fight against the moonlight and the sunlight—alone. His loneliness was palpable to me. He was so gorgeous—he should be the star of Legend’s Run High School instead of the misfit.

Was this going to be my life? Hopelessly in love with a guy who was a werewolf, and not able to be with him at school because of my friends? And was Nash going to make me keep my relationship from them so he wouldn’t reveal Brandon’s lycan secret?

I contemplated my own integrity. I didn’t want to melt under peer pressure, but losing all of my friends and making Brandon’s life here at Legend’s Run even lonelier made this a difficult decision. I was always the rational person, the problem solver who laid out all her options before jumping into anything difficult.

However, there had been one time in my life when I didn’t heed warnings or act thoughtfully instead of emotionally—that moment when the full moon was bursting and I was dying to kiss Brandon Maddox.

Brandon had changed into a werewolf, but I had changed, too. And I wasn’t sure who I was becoming. Stuck in the middle of two good things—both with major downsides. As if high school wasn’t challenging enough.

“We’ve got to go,” Dylan said, giving Abby a good-bye smooch.

“Thanks for hanging out,” Jake said to Ivy.

She kissed him and gave him a tight squeeze.

Nash lingered for a moment. I think he sensed I wasn’t about to kiss him, so he just said, “Remember what we talked about,” and started back to the gymnasium.