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didn’t respond but the look he sent me left no
question that he was serious.
    Knowing he was right did weird things to my gut. It
was scary, once you got over the hump and believed it all. Who
wanted to have to look over their shoulder for angry Werewolves
their whole lives? But, if this was all real – and I was slowly
starting to recognize that it was – then I needed to be prepared. I
needed to face it. The truth was always better than a lie, no
matter how scary it might be. “Alright, then, so what do I do?” I
asked.
    “First off, we need to figure out if you really are a
Hunter.”
    “How do we do that?”
    “The best way is to get you around some others who
can maybe sense you better. Are you sure you’ve recovered from the
shock, though?”
    An image popped into my head, of seeing my reflection
in the bathroom mirror – after. The look on my face had been shock
and underneath it, pure terror. “I think I must’ve been afraid of
myself a little,” I admitted. “But yes, I’m fine now. Promise.”
    He nodded and his expression was almost
understanding. He studied me a minute longer. “C’mon,” he finally
said, rising from my desk chair. “Get dressed.”
    “What? Why?”
    “I’m going to take you to see someone. Try to figure
this thing out.” He put the chair back underneath the desk and took
up his original position, leaning against the doorframe.
    I didn’t move from the bed. “Who?”
    “Friends. Like I said, maybe they can get a read on
you.”
    I had no idea what he meant by ‘a read on’ me, but I
was interested in answers. Still, I didn’t know where he might take
me, or to whom. It could be dangerous, some kind of trap.
    “I’m not going to hurt you and neither will anyone
else,” Wes added quietly, seeing my hesitation.
    “Promise?”
    “Promise.”
    I had no idea why I was making him promise. I still
didn’t know if I could fully trust him, but right now he was my
only shot at finding the truth. And scary as it was, I needed to
know the truth. Some things were just too big to brush under the
rug. This was definitely one of them.
    I flung the covers aside and hopped up, making my way
towards the bathroom. I felt Wes’ eyes on me, and my cheeks heated
up in automatic response. His gaze lingered on my abdomen, and only
then did I remember my shirt was short enough to reveal the ends of
the scratches along my ribs. Then, my cheeks flushed even more as I
realized he hadn’t been checking me out in the way I’d assumed. I
turned away, hoping he hadn’t noticed my embarrassment, and booked
it to the bathroom. On the way, I reached out and scooped up a pair
of jeans and a fresh shirt from the laundry basket.
    I threw the clothes on and ran a brush through my
tangled hair, using the rest of the time for makeup. Dark circles
ringed my eyes, and I did my best to cover them. Halfway satisfied,
I reached for the door, and paused. I really had no idea where Wes
was taking me, or who – or what – I’d be meeting. Maybe whoever I
met would be mad that I’d killed Liliana.
    I needed a weapon- something I could conceal on my
body but easily accessible, if needed. I looked around the tiny
bathroom. The choices were limited. I didn’t think my razor would
do much good, unless my attacker stopped and demanded a haircut.
Makeup brushes and bottles of foundation littered the counter,
along with my toothbrush. Again, no good.
    My eyes landed on the plunger tucked behind the
toilet. I grabbed it and held one end of the wooden handle in each
hand. Using my knee as a brace, I brought it down hard, and had the
satisfaction of watching it break off at the bottom. I snapped the
wood again, so I now held a piece in each hand, and stuffed them
into my back pockets, using my shirt to cover them up. I threw the
rubber end into the cabinet to hide it from my mom. It would have
to do.

 
     
     
    ~ 4 ~
     
     
     
    “Ready,” I announced, stepping back into my
bedroom.
    “What was that noise?”