I felt certain I’d heard him wrong.
“You heard me correctly, Emma,” James’s voice was too level.
“Okay. Show me the door. I’m outta here.”
“I’m sorry. We cannot let you leave now. You know too much.”
“What the hell do I know, James? No one will believe me if I said anything anyways.”
“The wrong people would believe you. Then your life would be in great danger.”
I sat there staring at James. There was just no way this could be real. He got up and left the room. I’m not sure how long I sat there but eventually Kris came into the room. I couldn’t help but look for signs that he was a werewolf, as if I knew what to look for. But, as I watched him move about the room, it did seem like he had an inhuman grace.
My mind drifted back over the last few days. The more I reflected on what I’d seen of Kris, the more I had to believe in what James said. My final proof shy of seeing one of them become a wolf came when Kris turned to me. He had a feral gleam that no human ever could hope to attain.
“James told you?” it sounded more like a statement than a question.
“Yeah,” I cursed myself under my breath for the quaver that sounded like weakness in my voice, “This isn’t a dream, is it?”
“Why tell me? I assume this is something you keep under wraps since the world isn’t freaking out over it.”
“You wanted to know about your sister.”
“And?” his words may have indicated that was it but his face told me there was something more to it than that.
Kris watched me for a long, silent minute before he answered, “You have something we need. I need.”
I blinked several times, “What?”
“You have power. It’s what got your sister involved in this. I need the power you have.”
“Are you sure this isn’t some delusion or dream?”
“Don’t worry. You’re awake and not crazy.
“I feel crazy.”
“No,” Kris corrected, “You are feeling the effects of the symbiotic magic.”
“Your magic with mine. You are what they used to call a druid. I am a wolf. Your kind and mine have had a symbiotic relationship for centuries.”
I scrubbed my face, “What does that mean?”
“A whole new life for you.”
“What if I like mine just as it is?”
“You don’t. You wouldn’t be here if you did.”
Kris had a point there.