Page 58 of Wolf Cursed
“It is?” Isaac asked.
“Yeah.” I shrugged. “I’ve been thinking a lot about this, and I get it. I wouldn’t want to risk being found out either. But how do I convince them I’m not going to tell anyone?”
“So you can leave?” Isaac asked.
“I don’t know.”
“We know about your plan to cut out,” Idrissa said.
My jaw dropped. “How could you possibly know that?”
“Oscar called me yesterday,” she said. “He checked your browsing history and found internet searches for job postings in three different towns a couple of hours from here.”
“What the hell, Ash.” Isaac clearly hadn’t known, judging from the scandalized look he gave me. “I thought we were soul sisters.”
My chest panged with a regret that didn’t even exist yet. “Listen, I don’t know what I’m going to do, but even if I do leave, I want you both to know your friendship means a lot to me.”
Isaac huffed.
Idrissa simply lifted her brow. “Funny way of showing it,” she said. “Leaving us without a goodbye.”
“We all have things we needed to say but didn’t,” I pointed out.
“Touché.” Her expression grew serious. “But look. I’m telling you now. The Falls is full of werewolves that will hunt you down if you so much as cross the county line. As your friend, I need to advise you against that idea for now. Okay?”
I swallowed hard as her words hit me. “You realize you just casually mentioned I might get murdered, right?”
Isaac grabbed my hand. “I will casually fuck someone up if they even try.”
I offered him a tentative smile. “Thanks. But I think it would be best if I made peace instead.” I looked from him to Idrissa. “Which brings me back to my earlier question. How do I convince them I won’t spill their secrets?”
She shrugged. “You prove you’re one of us.”
“But…I’m not.”
Isaac bit his lip, hesitating. “Ash, you’re Oz’s niece. Your dad was pack alpha before—” Idrissa punched him, and he winced. “Before he left,” he finished hastily. “That makes you one of us.”
I shook my head. “I’ve never shifted. Oscar said he can’t smell my wolf at all.” I glanced at Idrissa. “What’s wrong with me?”
She frowned. “I don’t know, but the pack thinks you’re a wolf,” she admitted. “Like Isaac said, it’s in your blood. And even more so considering your dad was the alpha. They see you as a threat or at least an equal competitor.”
“But I’ve never even shifted,” I said.
“They don’t believe you’ve never shifted. Or that you can’t.”
“How do I convince them? Will they leave me alone then?”
She shook her head. “I know it’s a Catch-22, but the only way to get them off your back about thatisto shift.”
“And to fight,” Isaac added.
Idrissa shot him a look.
“What?” he demanded. “She should know everything.”
“Whatever it is, just tell me,” I pleaded. “I’m sick of not knowing stuff I’m clearly supposed to know.”
Idrissa glared at Isaac then swung her gaze to me.
