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bored.”
    “I am, to be honest,” Allison agreed. “Do
you have a computer?”
    Before Logan could answer, Michael
interjected, “No computers. No outside contact at all.”
    “I already told you I’m not going to tell
anyone about you,” Allison said. “I just want to…”
    “I said no!” Michael’s voice resonated
through the room like thunder.
    “God, fine!” Allison hissed at him. She
turned back to Logan and said, “Magazines or books would be
fine.”
    “What kind?” Logan wanted to know.
    “Fashion magazines, romance novels, horror…
no scratch that, I don’t think I’m in the mood for horror… maybe a
mystery,” she said.
    “Hmm, I don’t think we have a lot of fashion
magazines or romance novels around here,” Logan admitted. “None of
us really reads those. But I think Luke may have some mystery
novels.”
    “That would be fine,” she said.
    Logan left the room to locate something for
Allison to read, leaving her alone with Michael. She frowned and
stared at the wall in the corner opposite from where Michael was
sitting.
    “Why are you so disagreeable?” Michael
wondered aloud.
    “Why are you such a control freak?” Allison
snapped.
    “I’m protecting my pack,” Michael spat. “You
have no idea what it’s like for us. Do you have any clue what would
happen if people found out we’re werewolves?”
    Allison said nothing. She hadn’t thought
about that.
    “I’ll tell you what would happen,” Michael
went on. “People would hunt us down and it would become a situation
of kill-or-be-killed. We don’t want that. We don’t want to hurt
anyone.”
    “So you don’t kill anyone?” Allison asked
seriously. “I thought werewolves were supposed to lose control
during a full moon or something.”
    “Some do,” Michael admitted. “The pack we
saved you from is savage, cruel. They do kill humans now and then,
which is why we felt the need to save you from them. We don’t do
that. We’ve learned to control ourselves.”
    “Oh.”
    “So you see why I have to control the
situation the way I do?” Michael asked. “I’m not a control freak
for the fun of it. I’m protecting my family, my brothers.”
    “So your pack is like your family?” Allison
asked.
    “It’s the only family we have,” Michael
said.
    “Did you ever have a real family?” Allison
wondered.
    “My pack is my real family,” he
snapped.
    “Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way,” Allison
quickly apologized. “I just meant… well… where are your
parents?”
    “My parents are human,” he said flatly, but
he refused to say any more than that.
    “How is that possible?” Allison asked. “Did
you get bitten by a werewolf or something? Is that how…”
    “No, that’s not how it works,” Michael
interrupted her. “The werewolf gene runs in some human families,
but it’s extremely rare that it manifests.”
    “So your parents know about you?” she
asked.
    “I don’t wish to talk about it,” he
snapped.
    Allison opened her mouth to argue, to demand
he talk to her, but she quickly closed it. Clearly, this was a
touchy subject for him. She decided to let it go.
    “What about Luke and Logan?” she asked.
    “You’d have to ask them,” Michael said
flatly. “I’m not in the habit of divulging the personal information
of others in my pack.”
    Allison scrunched her face up in
frustration.
    “Alright, fine. Is there anything we can talk about?” she sighed.
    “Must we talk at all?” Michael asked,
clearly growing more annoyed.
    Allison clenched her jaw and fought to stay
silent. She wanted to scream at him. She wanted to fly at him and
strike him. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. She crossed
her legs and started to swing her upper leg furiously.
    The silence hung thick and deafening in the
air. The icy chill between the two of them was nearly palpable, and
Allison’s annoyance was just as much so. She was just about to
start chewing her fingernails when Logan returned with a