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Blair
Everything happened so fast. One minute, we were all standing out there in front of Natalia Farrow’s house, watching the fire take down what was left of it. Then, Elias was saying that we needed to get the hell out of dodge before the firefighters showed up and tried to blame us for arson. I got the heebie jeebies just thinking about wearing an orange prison suit. The next thing I knew, we were all piled in the car and getting back onto the highway.
Camryn had already told us about everything that had happened inside the house – about Natalia, Hans, the soul that had been living inside her body, and the fact she didn’t have to worry about dying randomly anymore. The only way she could die now was if Jax died, too.
After she had finished telling her story, the car filled with silence.
The air was thick with tension, making it blatantly obvious that everyone was on edge. Everyone was so worried about Jax, about Camryn, about what would happen to both of them if something happened to one of them.
Even though I was anxious, too, there were other emotions coursing through me. I was still trying to process what had happened. That bite, that werewolf bite, had changed my entire life as I knew it.
I was a werewolf now... or about to become one, anyway. And knowing that I was a werewolf... Well, it came with so many questions.
Did I belong to a pack already or would the Sherwood’s take me under their wing?
How would my life be different now?
Would I be lucky enough to get a mate, like Camryn had? And if I did have a mate, how would I find him? Or would he find me? How would I know?
And then there was the question that I wanted to ask the most. It was the question that I knew would be harder to answer if it could be answered at all.
Who had done this to me?
As much as I wanted to believe that it had just been a random werewolf attack, I just didn’t believe that could’ve been the case. It was clear that the wolf’s intention had been to bite me, not actually kill me.
It also just seemed like it was too coincidental that the wolf had chosen to bite someone whose best friend was a werewolf.
No, I was pretty positive that whoever had bit me had intended to bite me. The bite was calculated. But who would have wanted to do something like that?
Had it been someone from the Sherwood pack or was it someone else entirely?
As much as I wanted to know the answers to those questions and more, I also knew that now wasn’t the time to bring them up.
I couldn’t even tell Camryn that I was a werewolf, too. Not yet, at least. Emotions were already running too high. I could see the look of sheer panic in my best friend’s eyes. She was already terrified for Jax. The last thing she needed was to deal with this stress, too.
I knew Camryn, probably better than anyone. I knew that when she found out that I was a werewolf, she would only end up blaming herself.
See, that’s what Camryn did. It was probably her most frustrating personality trait ever. She always found a way to blame herself for everything. It could rain on her birthday and she would find a way to blame herself for it. So, the last thing I wanted to do was give her a reason to blame herself right now, with everything else that was already going on in her life.
So, for the time being, it was my plan to keep the bite mark hidden. Even though it was hot as hell out, I had on a hoodie that Elias had loaned me. I planned to keep it covered until the timing was right.
In the meantime, my new identity as a werewolf was a secret that was just going to have to stay between Elias and me. And even though it sucked, even though I hated that I couldn’t tell my best friend, there was a part of me that wouldn’t have had it any other way.