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By:Jennifer Lynn Barnes


I pushed down the desire and absorbed what my instincts were telling me instead. At some point, Callum had made Chase Pack. He was Stone River the way Lance was Stone River, the way I was, but until we were here, in the same room with each other, I’d never felt him. I hadn’t realized Callum had brought him into the pack at all.

“I can’t complain.” Chase’s voice was completely dry as he answered my question. “There’s food. There’s a television.

We run through the forest at night. I have superhuman strength and don’t particularly miss the foster-care system.”

“You were in foster care?”

Focus, I told myself. Ask the important questions. But the human in me insisted that these were the important questions. That I’d been right all along to feel that Chase and I were the same.

“From the time I was eight. Dad took off. Mom died when I was little.”

“My parents did, too. They died, I mean.”

“You don’t need to talk about that, sweetheart,” Casey said, and for a split second, the fact that he’d used an endearment masked his words enough that I didn’t realize that he meant them as an order. “Leave that subject alone.

You don’t want to get upset,” he explained.

Part of me wanted to point out that in the time that Casey and Ali had been married, he’d pretty much steered clear of playing Daddy. Now was an awfully convenient time for him to suddenly become concerned with my mental well-being.

Especially considering the fact that I had to obey.

Fine. I wouldn’t talk about my dead parents. About how I didn’t remember them. But if Casey thought that he was going to keep me from asking hard questions, he was wrong.

“What were you like, before?”

Okay, so that wasn’t exactly a hard question, but I needed to know.

“Different,” Chase said. “Quiet. Hard. Angry.”

“And now you’re …?”

“Angry, quiet, and hard?” he suggested with a quirk of his mouth that drew my eyes to a small crescent-shaped scar at one corner of his lips.

“Angry, quiet, and hard,” I repeated, a smile tugging at the edges of my own. “Because that’s so different.”



“Everything is.” He paused. “That night, when you came for me—”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry I, you know …”

“Wanted to eat me?” I suggested.

He nodded, and even that relatively benign motion was filled with eerie grace. I stared at his face, captured for a moment by the way the power of his wolf seemed to emanate from his skin. If I hadn’t known better, I would have sworn that he was glowing, but luminescence wasn’t a part of the werewolf package.

“You confused me,” Chase said. “You’re …”

“Different?” I suggested.

He nodded.

“It’s kind of ironic.” I tried to sound offhand. “You were raised by humans and now you’re a Were, and I was raised by Weres, but I’m human.”

“You’re Bryn,” he said, and the way he said my name made me think that in the past couple of months, he’d been indoctrinated into werewolf culture enough to know who and what I was. Little Orphan Annie. Oliver Twist. Bryn.

We were iconic, really.

“I want you to tell me what happened to you,” I said, half sure that the others would step in, that they’d stop us from talking about anything I really needed to hear.

“It’s really not that long of a story. I was working late, got off my shift, walked home in the dark, and this guy cornered me. One second he was a man, and the next, he wasn’t. I kind of lost it and grabbed a pipe, I tried to beat that thing off me, but …”

“Didn’t go so well?” I ventured to guess.

He nodded. “I got bit.”

This time, the words didn’t have the same effect on me. Maybe that was the point behind all of Callum’s training. He’d been systematically working the fear out of me. He’d said it was so I wouldn’t be scared of Chase, but I was starting to wonder if it was because there was a part of me that had been scared for way too long.

“Most people who get bitten die,” I said, willing Chase to look at my face and read in it the meaning that I couldn’t say out loud. “When Rabids attack, humans die. They don’t change. They just …”



Die, I finished silently.

Our eyes met, and every muscle in my body tensed, ever so slightly.

Like your parents?

I didn’t move. Didn’t bat an eye. Didn’t give any visual cue to the fact that Chase’s voice was in my head. I also didn’t respond to his question.