Page 84 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
Huffing at her in my head, I flit my gaze over the sorry looking shifter. “Don’t tell me you knocked on my door and have nothing to say.”
He runs his fingers through his sandy blond hair and shrugs. “I—I wanted to see if you’re okay.”
“You mean after you dropped the massive truth bomb about me not being able to leave?” I press my lips together. A giant well of hopelessness opens inside of me. I should have known things would get worse, they always do.
God, I need a drink.
No. That sort of thinking is dangerous. I can face this without alcohol. I don’t need a drink. My weaknesses won’t get the better of me again.
“Yeah,” he says and shoves his hands in his jean pockets. “Can I come in?” He glances over my shoulder and studies the room. “Please?”
I mull over the possibility of slamming the door in his face, but even I’m not so cruel. I may be upset, but I’m not a complete psycho.
Not like those hunters.
You’ve been reading way too much,Joan says.
What else was I supposed to do?I ask as I step aside to let him in.
Run through the woods. Let me out to play. Anything but keeping me cooped up.
Oh. I’m sorry.I hadn’t even thought about how my solitary adventure would impact her.We can go for a run in the morning?
Thank you.
“So…” Carter trails off awkwardly. He’s standing near the bed and the way his expression morphs from wrinkled with worry to determination worries me.
“More truth bombs?” I sit on the bed, curling one of my legs underneath me.
“Not exactly.” He eyes the edge of the bed then presses his lips together.
“Sit,” I say with a sigh. “May as well be comfortable while you destroy my hope.”
He groans and sits, placing his palms on the comforter. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to—I didn’t mean for it to make you angry, but if it were me, I’d want the truth.”
Okay. Fair point.
“You had more to tell me?” I prompt, steeling myself for the worst.
“I do… but it’s more of a story. You’ll have to listen carefully, can you do that?”
With a furrowed brow, I nod.
He bunches the blanket beneath his hand. “There was once a woman bitten by a wolf—”
“Really?” I pick at a piece of lint.
“Raven, please, I’m only asking you to listen.”
“Okay,” I say, settling against my pillows, “continue.”
With a quick smile, he begins again. “There was once a woman bitten by a wolf. She wasn’t an ordinary woman though. No, this woman lived with a darkness inside of her. The shadows lurked beneath the surface, and sometimes they even visited her.”
I pull my gaze away from his. This is getting weird. Does he know what I can do?
“The woman was part demon.”
Well, now I feel stupid for assuming he was speaking about me and my abilities.
