Page 128 of Beneath the Blue Moon
“I know.”
“You carry me around as if I weigh nothing at all.”
“You do.”
I can lift the truck outside without breaking a sweat.You, my love, are like a feather to me.
“Ethan… this isyourbedroom,” she says as we enterthe room.
“It’s yours now.”
“I can’t—”
“It’s the only one with a bathroom.I figured you’d wantsome privacy.”
“Oh.”
I set her down in the middle of the bed and fight theintense urge I have to kiss her.
“Stay there.I have a surprise for you,” I tell her as Iplace the plastic bag with her medication and supplies on the nightstand.
I walk over to the window and pull the drapes, blocking outthe sunlight; it’s late afternoon, but I need the room dark.She gasps and Iturn to see her staring up at the ceiling in awe.
“Ethan… it’s beautiful.”
She motions for me to join her and I lie next to her on thebed, looking up at the glow-in-the-dark night sky I’ve created on the ceiling.
“It’s just like my old room.”
“I know.”
Oh, God.I made her cry again.Can’t I do anything right?
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not you.I remember Daddy working on my old room.He’sgone, Ethan, and it’s all my fault.”
“Don’t say that.”
“It is.You warned me, and I didn’t listen.”Moving up onher elbow, she looks over at me desperately.“But it wasn’t Sh… my wolf.”
I’m her wolf.Of course I am.I’m as much hers as she ismine.
“Your wolf?”
“The one I told you about.He’s come back a few times, but itwasn’t him.He was there, but he saved me.Him and some others.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Okay.There was a big black one.He showed up with about fiveothers, all mean-looking.Then two jumped out of the trees and attacked themean ones.I tried to run, but the black one pushed me.He was about to attackme when Daddy…” She stops, taking a deep breath, trying to hold back her tears whileI try to keep my anger in check.“Daddy jumped in front of me.It was then thatmywolf showed up.The black one took off, and my wolf killed the others.”
“There weren’t any dead wolves in the backyard.”
“They did the weirdest thing, dragged them into the woods.”
“Thatisweird.”
I hate deceiving her like this, but I can’t exactly tell herthe truth.She falls back onto the pillows, staring up at the ceiling, a sortof calm overtaking her.
