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?”
“No.”
“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.”
“The what?”
“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.
Interesting prospective. I like a story that leaves you thinking...beebeesworld
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