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spells. You shouldn’t feel anything.”
    “I do, though.”
    “Clearly. Look, I don’t know. There isn’t time to train you. No time to see if you can figure it out.”
    “Figure what out?”
    The pounding on the door made me jump.
    “Shit, I told him not tonight,” he muttered, heading for the door.
    He glanced over his shoulder at me. “Stay here. Please.”
    My eyes narrowed as he slipped outside. I caught a glimpse of what looked like my creeper.
    Could have sworn I heard him say, “He’s getting worse.”
    With my curiosity piqued, I snuck toward the door.
    “Can you quiet down?” Sean said. “My sister’s here, dumbass. She doesn’t know anything, and I don’t want to freak her out.”
    That was all I needed. I pushed through the door and stepped outside. The golden hazel eyes of my creeper penetrated my soul as his gaze locked on mine. This time his brow was drawn, tension rolled off him, but it eased the second he laid eyes on me.
    Under the porch light I could better see how striking he was. High cheekbones, thick black hair, stunning eyes, and full, kissable lips.
    Tamping down my desire, I asked, “How’s the thick skull? Maybe your leg?”
    “You’re lucky my skull is thick. I’m fine. So is my leg. No thanks to you.”
    I snorted. “To me? Mr. Creeper, running around dark, foggy parking lots in all black.”
    Sean sighed, rolling his eyes. “Sierra, this is Dylan, thick skull and all. Dylan, this is my little sister , Sierra.”
    Glaring over at Sean, I nudged him. “Hey, I’m not little, and it’s not like I’m looking to hook up with some creeper from the Pine Barrens. Let alone one of your weird friends.”
    “Hey, I’m not weird,” Dylan protested.
    My brow arched. “Really? Are you indestructible? You probably bounced off the pavement, and refused to let someone check you out.”
    One corner of his mouth tipped up and he opened his mouth, only to snap it shut before his eyes darted away.
    He sighed and looked back with a serious expression. All sarcasm gone as he stared into my eyes. “What do you know?”
    A connection sizzled to life, drawing me to him.
    My eyes popped wide. A thrill of fear flashed through me as I turned to Sean to escape the intensity in Dylan’s gaze. The magnetism growing between us freaked me out. I’d never experienced anything like it.
    Trying to break the connection, I turned to sarcasm, making a joke. “Please tell me he’s not the one dying. I’m not sure I can help a creeper who runs in front of cars in zero visibility.” My tone was light, but something unsettled me about the prospect of Dylan dying, not that he seemed sick. No, the prick seemed perfectly fine, and unharmed. I wanted him to stay that way, as infuriating as he might be.
    “No, not yet,” Sean answered grimly, glaring daggers at Dylan. Now I wanted to know why.
    Turning to Dylan, hoping to get a more direct answer, I crossed my arms over my chest. “What do you mean, what do I know?”
    His eyes didn’t leave mine. “About the curse on our wolf pack.”
    Wolf? As in werewolf? My gaze darted to Sean, but he dipped his head in a slow nod. “Clearly not enough.”
    Witches, I couldn’t deny. The book was full of magic that tugged at something deep within. Werewolves, actual monsters, and he had said our like Sean was part of it. My head spun through a million thoughts, none of which helped.
    “Hang on,” I told Dylan and dragged Sean back inside. “Okay, did your delusional friend imply you’re both werewolves ?”
    “And you wonder why I said you wouldn’t believe. Those strange things you go on and on about out here in the Pine Barrens are real, Sierra. That’s normal life out here. And had Mom not done whatever the hell she did to block your powers you’d be right here with me.”
    In an attempt to wrap my head around the crazy-talk, I indulged Sean, “Okay, fine. Then how are you a werewolf and I’m not? Because I’ve never gone all furry once in my