Page 100 of Dark Moon Secrets

“No, well, you don’t need the normal stitches. You’ve got magical stitches in your arms, which is much better.”

“Will I heal quicker?”

“Yes, but you will have to rest for a few days.”

“I can’t do anything for a few days.”

“Nothing. Your friends will be here tomorrow.”

“What!”

“I rang them. Their presence will help you heal.”

They can’t be here. What if they found out I was a witch? Never mind, I didn’t like how interfering Luna had been by contacting them. How did she hack into my phone? Of course, I knew the answer—her magic.

“The cover story is that you fell hiking and hurt your arms.”

“Piss poor story.”

I looked at my arms that were heavily bandaged. Would I really heal with magic? This wasn’t close to what I was used to. I had to go see a doctor.

“She’s awake then?” Willow came up from the stairs. Her dress from the ceremony was dusty and torn.

“I’m awake,” I responded, glaring at her. “And I’ll be leaving. It’s clear you don’t think I’m good enough.”

“No, that’s not the case,” answered Willow, stepping toward the bed.

Pepper hurried in behind Willow, also still wearing her ceremony dress. “Don’t tire out my patient.”

“The ceremony was a bust. It’s best I leave,” I said. I would’ve sat upright in bed, but the pain from the last big movement was clear in my head, and I didn’t want to move an inch.

“See, you’re both stressing her out already. She won’t heal,” warned Pepper, shaking her head.

“Things changed,” said Willow, sitting on the end of the bed. “We saw what you did to the wolf from the Wild Fire pack. He wanted you dead, but you killed him.”

And nearly myself at the same time. But the words remained with me and unspoken.

“What, did you think I was going to kiss him or something?” I glared at Willow.

I didn’t like the label they’d given me. Just because something happened between Al and me, and he hadn’t told me he was really a wolf, it didn’t mean I was going to get in bed with all the wolves.

“Course not,” answered Luna quickly, giving a stormy glance at Willow.

“We needed to be sure of your alliance.”

“I told you he wasn’t a wolf when we…” I let the words fade.

It wasn’t their business what I had done.

Had it been a hookup?

It might well have started out like that, but words were spoken to meet up again, and then he had come to protect me. There was more between us, but that was our secret.

Who knew? Maybe things would sizzle out between us, especially with all this pressure between the witches and wolves.

“Don’t listen to them,” interrupted Pepper, coming forward. “All of us had grown up being taught how to sniff out a wolf and other supernaturals. They’ve forgotten what it is like to be untrained in your magic.”

Her words were reassuring. How was I supposed to know when I had never been taught?

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