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but... It
could be all those bodies were from a real serial killer or
something.”
    Wow. Could I sound any more lame?
    “You saw the bodies?”
    I nodded.
    She looked behind us. Aunt Jenny had closed
the bathroom door and we could both hear her sobbing in there.
    “Then he’s still out there. No human can do
that, Kayla, you know that. No reason for the other packs to kill
humans like that either.”
    My shoulders slump. “I know.”
    “And you couldn’t pick up his trail?”
    “I tried, Mom, I really did. For eight
months. He was hitchhiking. Every time I got close, he’d take off
in a car and I couldn’t follow.”
    She nodded, thought for a bit. “So if the
Bonding didn’t work, which I wasn’t sure it would–I don’t know how
long Jen had that blood lying around–and that means there’s still a
chance. For you and Remy.”
    Solve one problem, move right on to another.
What the hell was my mother thinking? Fuck being Bonded to some
dude I just met.
    Some hot dude…
    Shut up!
    “I’m only fifteen! Is this even legal?” I
whine.
    “Kayla, it would really help to secure Remy
as part of our pack if you were Bonded. Think about the pack
instead of just yourself.”
    “For fuck’s sake, Mom, do you ever think
about me? Ever?”
    “Language!”
    Guess listening to Daniel’s thoughts has had
some negative side effects. I never used to swear so much.
    I get up off the bed and pace around the
room. “So what, I’m going to be Remy’s child bride? And you’re okay
with that?”
    “You can at least be betrothed, and he can
Bond with you next year, when you are legal. How’s that?”
    “You’re ridiculous!”
    The hotel room is too small. I slam outside
and hang the upper half of my body over the railing, breathing in
the cold air.
     
     

 
     
-7-
     
    We head out to the new location with Remy two
days later. Two tense, silent days later. Remy rolls up in a
Jeep.
    “No motorcycle?” I ask him.
    He shrugs with a smile, which only makes me
narrow my eyes at him. Did he sell the motorcycle in order to buy
the Jeep? Or does he own two vehicles? Where would he get the money
for that? And why would he need two modes of transportation?
    The road winds through the mountains. Remy
drives with one wrist resting on the top of the wheel and the other
slung over the passenger seat, where my mom sits, flirting
shamelessly. It makes me sick.
    I rest my forehead against the glass of the
window and try to focus on the music playing low through the
speakers. It’s some kind of mournful country music. As the trees
flash by my window, I think of Daniel out there in the snow, cold
and hungry, with a pain as big as a wolf bite in his side. The pain
in my own side connects me to him.
    I can’t let it show. I can’t let up my mental
block. I don’t want my mother to find out that I lied.
    This wouldn’t be so hard if I had just been
able to bring Daniel back.
    I feel like a failure. It shouldn’t have been
so difficult. God, if only he hadn’t been so fucked up! I guess
being on the road, on your own, for three years, believing you were
a murderer–well, technically he is a murderer, but as a werewolf
it’s sort of a given–killing God knew how many people, that would
leave you plenty fucked up. I assumed he’d want to come back home.
You know, I figured he’d be afraid that his mother would hate him
for killing his father, and the news that his mother wanted him
back would make all the difference. Not that I explicitly told him
that… I exhale and my hot breath steams up the car window. I wipe
it away with the side of my fist.
    The thing is, I thought of Daniel as weak,
after I realized how fucked up he was. I knew what he could do as a
wolf, how strong his wolf was, and thought he was weak for letting
his wolf control him like that. And yet I still couldn’t get him
home. I barely kept him from killing himself. I tried everything I
could think of. I befriended him. I comforted him. I even tried to
seduce