Page 24 of Isabel and the Werewolf Beast

She lay beside me. “Was he okay?”

“Yes. He was walking through a forest. Did you realize the pond can show you the outside world?”

She rolled her head to the side. “Yes.”

I rolled mine to the side to look her in the eyes. She looked relieved I was fine. I enjoyed seeing her concern for me.

“Did the tentacles grab you too?”

Her lips twitched. “Yes.”

“What other things should you warn me about?”

She grinned. “Besides me. A lot.”

I lifted a hand and brushed her damp hair from her face. “I need a warning for you? You seem like the least plausible thing here to kill me.”

She laughed. “You’re a werewolf remember. Vampires kill werewolves.”

“About that, why can’t I find a reason in any of the books?”

I’d read so many books trying to find a way to help her, but I hadn’t found a reason for werewolves and vampires to be enemies which seemed the most bizarre thing in this situation and that was saying something after all I’d seen inside this curse.

She sat up and hugged her knees. “I don’t even remember the reason the teacher gave us at the academy.”

“I smell a conspiracy.”

“In what way?” She glanced down at me, the moisture from the pond making her eyes even more beautiful.

“Why would they keep it a secret?”

She shook her head, wet strands slapping against the side of her slender neck. “It’s not a secret. I was told, but I can’t remember.”

I sat up and faced her so I’d stop thinking about running my lips over the delicate skin on her neck. “Seems like it should be something you’d remember, doesn’t it? Especially since you’re meant to kill us.”

“It might be the curse.”

My turn to shake my head sending water droplets everywhere from my fur. “I suspect a magical amnesia spell.”

“A what?” Her pretty brows furrowed into a frown.

“I read a few books while you were…”

“In stasis. A vampire’s way to shut down so we don’t die.”

“Are you finally telling me answers to a question?”

“You didn’t ask a question.” She stood and brushed her hands down her damp gown.

The red blood stains were now long drips of smeared red on the white dress. She was beautiful, and she deserved to be clean, dry, and in a dress that wasn’t dripping with blood and water.

“If I go into the castle and get you a clean and dry dress, would you be able to change into it?”

Her eyes widened. “You’d do that for me?”

“If it would work, yes.” I tried to wriggle my feet and was happy when they worked.

She bit her lip with a fang. “I don’t know. I can’t touch anything inside the castle to test the theory. You’d have to fetch the gown outside so I can try to touch it.”

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