Page 89 of Mate
“The thing about Constantine, he was also cuckoo bananas, but smarter about it. Early on, he figured that if he wanted to take the family cult business to a pro level, he needed more followers. But Weres, even the assholes, were not interested in leaving their cushy packs to sit around a bonfire and discuss their infinite superiority. So he turned to his Human neighbors. But he needed to offer something of value, and what’s more valuable than becoming faster and stronger, living longer, and having a fluffy secondary form?”
“How the hell was he proposing to turn Humans into Weres?”
“Apparently there were bites and mutual blood drinking and a not insignificant amount of sex rituals.”
I groan. This is too stupid, even for me. “What about the fact that they are different species? What aboutscience?”
“You are so cynical. A little science could never stand between a frat boy and his desire for a monthly howl fest.”
“It makes no sense. We both lived among Humans— have you ever met anyone who said they wished they could be a Were?”
“No. But I’ve also never met anyone with a belly-button fetish, and they exist.”
“Do they?”
“Alvinophilia. Look it up. Anyway, fast-forward ten years or so, and Constantine has hundreds of followers. Lots of them are Humans from the rural places neighboring the original settlement, but some are from The City, too. They basically act as servants and free labor, which in turns begets new Were followers. The leadership is fully Were. Constantine’s career as a charismatic leader is up and coming. If dudes do as he says, they’ll be able to bench-press women at the beach with their pinky fingers. If women do the same . . .” She hesitates. My throat tightens, because I know what she’s about to say. “Their children might just be born Weres.”
I close my eyes. Wait for the room to stop spinning. This scenario fits my situation better than a bespoke dress. “Like me.”
“Well, your mom drinking Were blood had nothing to do with you being a hybrid. But . . . yeah.”
“That’s why they want me. It’s not about who I’m related to. They think that I used to be Human, and Constantine turned me into a Were.”
“Yup. And in case you’re wondering,Why did Lowe and Koen not consider the possibility that I was a child of the cult the second they learned about my existence?the answer is, they did. They investigated it, but they were sure that every child was accounted for. Anyway, this is where the shittiness of Koen’s life starts paralleling our own, because the whole showdown that led to him becoming Alpha— ”
“Actually, stop. Don’t tell me.”
“You don’t want to know?”
“No. Yes.” I swallow. “I think I should hear this from Koen.”
“Aw. Are you guys sleeping together yet?”
“What? No!”
“Well, since it’s probably going to happen, would you like a heads- up on the biology?”
“The what?”
“His dick. It— ”
“It’snotgoing to happen, Misery. It’d be against the law. He took an oath of celibacy.”
“I mean, sure.” She doesn’tsoundsure. “But you should know that because you’re his mate, at the base of— ”
“Stop.” At thewhatofwhat? “I liked you better when you were a virgin.”
“Yeah, well, Lowe didn’t. So.”
I hang up and massage my eyes till the mental image is scrubbed from my brain, trying to ignore the way my stomach weighs a thousand pounds. Then something occurs to me: this could be my last conversation with Misery. The last time I hear her voice. The last time she hears mine.
I start texting.
Serena:Now that I think about it . . . Our shitty lives? I wouldn’t have them any other way.
Misery:Seriously? No other way? You wouldn’t, idk, skip over the part where the anti-Vampyre coalition mixed up our rooms and pumped you full of carbon monoxide?
Serena:What I’m trying to say is that I am grateful that our misfortunes brought us together.
