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“I don’t think you’re fragile, trust me,” he said cryptically. “But the explanation might take a while and no matter how tough you’re trying to be, you’re injured.”
He had a point, and sometimes I was too stubborn for my own good.
“Fine,” I relented and sat down on a nearby chair that faced toward Blake and Cade, the massive black wolf.
“You can change back,” Blake said to the wolf.
In the second it took me to blink, the wolf disappeared and Cade stood tall, dark and domineering. Amber eyes were replaced with his signature turquoise eyes. Thank goodness he was fully clothed when he shifted back into human form.
I was annoyed when I felt the flutter again inside my stomach at the sight of Cade. I hated how I felt around him. Maybe it was one of the reasons I went out of my way to annoy him. He made me feel things no one else had ever made me feel, and I had no idea how to deal with it.
“Spill,” I instructed Blake.
“You’re in danger,” Cade spoke. My eyes shifted back to him and he held my gaze. I couldn’t help a tiny bit of fear that soaked into me at his words. From the time my parents had died I’d been looking over my shoulder expecting the same thing to happen to me. It was one of the reasons I trained like I did.
“Why would I be in danger?” I asked, trying to mask the fear I felt, but my voice wavered for a split second.
“Let’s start from the beginning,” Blake said with his arms folded over his chest.
I looked at him expectantly as I tapped my foot against the carpet. These two took forever to get to the point and I was running out of patience.
“When I asked you what pack you were from, you told me you had no idea what I was talking about,” he reminded me.
“Yes, I remember.”
These guys had said a lot that didn’t make sense. Then the penny dropped; he asked me what pack I’d belonged to—pack, as in a pack of wolves.
“I’m not one of you,” I stated fiercely.
They remained quiet.
“I’m not a werewolf,” I added as I stood up, wincing when pain shot up the side of me.
“Take it easy,” Blake said as he came forward and tried to gently push me back down into the chair. When I glared at him, he dropped his hands and stepped back.
“Stop arguing,” Cade said fiercely as he stepped in front of me. “You’re one of us whether you like it or not, and arguing about it isn’t going to change that.”
“But how is that possible?” I asked out loud, taking a step back. I felt the chair at the back of my knees and I sank into it.
A werewolf.
“Both, or at least one, of your parents are werewolves,” Cade informed me.
“My parents were murdered when I was ten,” I revealed to them. At least one of my parents must have been a werewolf and that thought was hard to wrap my mind around.
“So that explains why you have no idea what you are,” muttered Blake.
“How were your parents murdered?” asked Cade gently. It was the first time he’d spoken to me without sounding angry or exasperated. My eyes flickered to him.
“Initially, the coroner had ruled it an animal attack but later he’d changed it to unknown,” I mumbled, still trying to process what they were telling me.
Even deep in my own thoughts I didn’t miss the look Blake and Cade shared. They knew something.
“What?” I asked, frowning at them.
“It sounds like they were killed by another werewolf.” My head reeled at that thought. A werewolf had killed my parents? Why? I couldn’t stop an image of a fierce, massive werewolf tearing into my parents with its sharp razor-like teeth. I closed my eyes briefly, trying to push the image from my mind.
“I don’t understand,” I said, looking at the two of them to explain it for me.
