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in their element in the forest. Werewolves thrive in nature. We’ll have to find a way to get a car.”
    “How? We don’t have any money.”
    Vincent chuckled. “How did you expect to get home?”
    Sarah frowned. “I don’t know. I guess I hadn’t really thought it all the way through. I mean, we could ask people for help—maybe.”
    Vincent stood up and dug into his jean pocket, pulling out his brown leather wallet. He shoved the wallet back into his pocket and resumed his perch on the log.  “It won’t have to come to that. Rabbits are done and they look good, too. I think I’m going to have to make a rabbit stew when we get back home.”
    Sarah scrunched up her face in disgust.
    “Not a fan?” Vincent asked, carefully removing their feast and placing it on a large piece of bark.
    Sarah took the piece of meat he offered. “I’m not really a fan of rabbit.”
    “But it tastes like chicken,” he argued.
    “Not a fan of that either.”
    “Oh come on, who doesn’t like chicken?” he asked, causing her to laugh. Her giggle was melodic and her sapphire eyes twinkled.
    “I haven’t liked it ever since I got sick one year after we went out to eat at a restaurant. I threw up for two days. My mom...” she trailed off and looked away. The smile slipped away from her face as the stoic, impassive face she’d been walking around with lately replaced it. “I just don’t like it.”
    “You know you can talk to me, right?”
    Sarah scoffed and took a large bite out of the rabbit.
    “I’m serious. I know things have been hard lately and I know what you’re doing,” he started, earning himself a glare from the blonde. “Look all I’m trying to say is...” he paused, what am I trying to say? He understood her, but he didn’t know how to make it better. He couldn’t even make himself better. “Just don’t shut yourself down, Sarah.”
    “Like you’re one to talk. Don’t lecture me about shutting down. I see what you do. Bouncing from one woman to the next like they’re some sort of prize to win. Then when you’re done with them you shove them away before you can develop any feelings whatsoever for them. So, don’t try to tell me-”
    “I’m not trying to lecture...I want to help you.”
    “I don’t want it,” she shot back through gritted teeth. “Help yourself first.”
    Vincent swallowed. “I have issues too, okay? But this thing you’re doing—where you won’t talk about your parents or Rick or Preston—it’s not going to make it better.”
    “Because sleeping with a different girl every night is going to make your problems go away?” She set her food on the ground and shot to her feet. “Excuse me.” Sarah glowered at him for a long moment before stomping into the trees.
    Vincent sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He should’ve just kept his mouth shut.
    ***
    S arah led the way through the brush, using the sun as her compass. Another long day of hiking through the woods. At least they were no longer being chased. The first two days had been rough. Every time they’d stopped to catch their breath, a wolf sprung at them. She would take the reprieve even if things were tense between her and Vincent. He had been silent the entire day; neither of them had spoken since their fight last night.
    It infuriated her that Vincent was right. He had been nothing but kind to her and she’d been a bitch. With everything that was happening, she couldn’t bring herself to open up to anyone else. If she didn’t let anyone in, she couldn’t be hurt when they died. And everyone seemed to be dying around her. In fact, she’d probably be doing him a favor if she did push him away. But it wasn’t fair to keep being so cold either. They were in an impossible situation and he was attempting to make the best of it.
    “Hey,” Vincent reached out and grabbed her elbow.
    Sarah froze, turning to face him. Her heart skipped a beat as he walked in front of her.
    “What is it?” she