nothing she expects to hear today can compare to my truth.
The sound of her feet thudding softly along the road carries to me, and I walk over to meet her. “Hey,” I say when she gets close enough.
She smoothes back a strand of hair from her forehead that is damp with sweat. “Hey. Thanks,” she says when I hand her an ice-cold water bottle. She gulps some down and tilts her head toward the path. “Ready?”
I nod in reply and begin to walk. “Good run?”
“Not bad. But since I don’t know the area, I had to pay attention.”
“I can see where that would be a problem for you.”
She swallows down more water. “At least I didn’t get lost.”
“You stayed on the same road?”
She chuckles. “Yup.”
We walk in silence for a while before I take a deep breath and blow it out slowly. “So about last night.”
“I’ve been thinking about what I saw,” she says. “It’s kind of odd you were never afraid of those wolves. Why?”
“Because they weren’t completely wolf.”
“No?” Leaves rustle as she pushes a stray branch out of our way.
“They were werewolves and understood what we were saying.”
“Werewolves? And you know this how?”
I stop and grip her arms lightly as if I can control her reaction. I look her in the eyes. “Because I’m one too.”
Her brow lowers as if she doesn’t believe me, and I let my hands drop. I can practically see the wheels in her head turn and guess she’s replaying memories of odd situations. I think about the time she caught me crawling back through our window with my shirt on inside out, or when she claimed my eyes flash in a supernatural way that makes me look possessed when I get angry. As her face relaxes, I say, “You get it now, don’t you?”
She nods slowly. “It does explain a few things.”
“So yeah. I can turn into a wolf whenever I want to.”
“That’s pretty cool.” She catches herself and asks, “It is, right?”
I smile as relief washes the tension from my limbs. “It is. I should have known you’d think so too.”
She links her arm with mine as we begin to walk again. “Why did that wolf try to attack you?”
“She was probably jealous of me. The male was checking us out to see if either of us smelled like a compatible mate.”
“Interesting.” She nudges me with her elbow. “He really liked the way you smell. Once he figured I wasn’t the same smell as the fleece I borrowed from you, he moved on to you, right?”
I recall my reaction when the wolf sniffed me last night, and my insides twinge a little. “Probably.”
“So does this mean you found yourself a new guy?”
“No.” My voice comes out a little louder than I planned. “I’m not interested in having a mate.”
“Why not? He was kind of cute in a wolfie way. I bet he’s hot as a man too.”
If I’m going to bare my soul to anyone, it’s Alisha, so I say, “In my pack, there are very few females, but I still couldn’t find a mate. The males chose human women over me.” I sigh. “I’m just not cut out to have one. Besides, it seems he was already involved.”
“Nope. I don’t buy it. I refuse to feel sorry for you, because I don’t believe for a second you’re meant to be alone.”
“I’m fine. Werewolf men are obnoxious. You know, big, muscular, and cocky as all get out.”
“I was right! Your wolfie is definitely hot.” She stops walking. “That wolf wanted you and then protected you from the other one. Now, maybe he’s not the one, but there is definitely someone out there for you, Juliet. Remember the gypsy said you have a Romeo?”
I reach into the pocket of my shorts, and the glass potion bottle the witch gave me is smooth in my fingers as I fondle it. I discover a smile has crept onto my face, and I quickly frown.
We start walking again, and Alisha says, “Wait. The firemen. Are they werewolves?”
“Yes.”
“And the frat at school with the sexiest guys ever that were practically untouchable. Them