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your thoughts, Sentinal. The mantra repeats as I ignore the urge to jump into his arms and lose myself in his touch.
    “Pick whatever seat you want,” the teacher says, pausing. “Nesy, is it? Nesy Walker?”
    I nod and move towards the cluster of desks closest to Aydan.
    Aydan’s conversation seeps through my thoughts along with something that makes my skin crawl. The same evil I noticed before. I steal a glance at Aydan, trying to locate the source of my newfound anxiety.
    “So, I think I know what you’re doing after school,” the Goth boy whispers to Aydan. “Just save some for the rest of us.”
    “No promises,” Aydan says as he looks my direction. His eyes find mine and for a moment I forget my purpose.
    Again.
    “That’s why I like you, Aydan,” Goth boy laughs. “You always take care of yourself first.”
    Sit by me, Nesy. Aydan’s voice rings in my ears. I glance away, pretending not to hear him. Goth boy watches. Waits. And I have to wonder, is he the source of evil?
    I feel Aydan pull me toward him. Catching his gaze, I smile and deliberately slide into the vacant seat two desks in front of him.
    His frustration fills the air between us. It’s all I can do to keep from laughing. Being in this body, being undetectable to him, has some perks after all, even if I have to endure these stupid emotions.
    “Looks like she’s going to make you work for it. Interesting.” Goth boy chuckles, a chilling sound that makes me again question what he is.
    Another surge of quiet fury rolls from Aydan into me.
    “Don’t worry,” Goth boy continues. “Her fight will make it all the sweeter in the end.”
    His words explode a sense of dread through me. Whatever he is, he’s not human. No doubt about it.
    I turn and look straight at Aydan, daring him to make a move. His lips turn up in a seductive smile. Hunger filters through his eyes. Followed by…
    Anguish.
    The teacher’s voice pulls my attention back to class. “The werewolf legend originated in Bedburg,” he says. “Peeter Stubbe…murders…a demon.”
    I know that legend all too well, know the details they don’t print in the history books. I lived that legend.
    All at once I remember the forest near my home, the wolf that stalked the edges, the warnings.
    And the attack.
    My emotions attempt to spin away from me as pieces of that time spring to life. Not again . I start the breathing mantra, determined to wrangle my emotions. Within a single heart beat, my mind is my own. I swallow back my feelings and focus on my task.
    Aydan.
    His thoughts float through me as I see his need to rip me from my soul. I understand his weakness, my way in.
    Abruptly, the connection breaks. Something has changed. I look to Goth boy. He glances around the room almost like he’s felt it too. I follow his gaze to a quiet girl sitting in the corner. She looks out of place, her clothes—a black dress that looks more like a tunic and lace-up boots. So different from the other students. Her auburn hair and ghostly green eyes stir more memories. The room begins to shrink.
    Green-eyed girl pins me with her stare and the walls close in around me. It’s all too much to absorb: the teacher’s voice talking of legends I’ve lived, vacant eyes that are too old, too familiar, an evil I’ve sensed only one other time.
    And a voice, sweet and clear.
    Help me. Please. Someone help me.
    The events combine and form a tempest in my soul, one I can’t contain. My breathing falters as the words continue their pleading in my head. I quiet my thoughts, force some control. But it’s no use. The voice won’t stop. A voice that can’t exist anymore. A voice that died centuries ago.
    The voice of my human sister.

 
    Chapter 6 – Prey
     
    Aydan
     
    She’s here, in front of me. Just my luck. I obsessed about her all night, working out a plan to find her and take her soul. After the disappointment in my kill last night, I knew nothing would satisfy me until I had her.
    Only her.
    She