“You’re making this so difficult,” he says. “Like I have to bend down to your every command. It’d be nice if you worked with me a little.”
I raise an eyebrow. Howdarehe? He’s used to everyone bending down to his every command; I bet he’s not accustomed to it this way round.
Well, good. Because that’s how things are gonna be.
“Need I remind you that this whole thing was your idea.”
“Yes, it was my genius idea,” he responds. “But you’re the one who has more to gain!”
A fire burns in the back of my skull. Suddenly, I forget all about my headache and am overcome with rage.
He’s so manipulative. So sly. Always turning things around so he’s never at fault. No, somehow, even though I’m innocent in all this, it’s always me.
I stand up. Go to open my mouth.
Then suddenly, a loud buzzing sound fills my ears. Am I the only one hearing this?
Jasper gets up immediately.
Okay, no. Definitely not.
“What was that?” I ask him, but my voice is drowned out by the noise. It’s so loud, I can barely hear myself think.
“Stay here,” he instructs.
He quickly gets up and heads out the door. I follow him, of course.
Did he really think I’d just stay?
Everyone is standing outside their cabins, and in the center between the neighboring houses, Jasper is standing in front of a group of male shifters.
That was quick.
He’s shouting commands to them, slowly and calmly over the noise. Everyone must understand what he’s saying, with their supernatural abilities and all, but I can’t make out a thing.
An unnerving feeling settles into my body. I don’t like not knowing what's going on.
When Jasper finishes his commands, and I know they’re commands by the shifters’ reactions, they all nod and form a group behind him.
They’re like robots, following his orders as though they serve no other purpose in the world.
I open my mouth to speak, but suddenly, they shift.
I step back.
I’ve seen the shift happen before, but not so simultaneously like this.
Before I even consider asking anyone anything, they’re already gone.
Chapter 8 - Jasper
I knew that there was decay in our forests; we all knew that, but I didn’t know that it was this bad.
Given all that I’ve been distracted by over the past few days (not to mention the lack of sleep), the issue of the decaying forest has admittedly taken a bit of a backseat in my mind.
That makes me feel like shit.
Clearly, it’s a big, big problem.