I realized what I was doing, a surge of power burst through me. My eyes shifted to the Immortal's whites.
'Get out!' I roared in my head.
The window flung open behind him, the screen disappeared and his body flew backwards, through it. It happened so fast, no one gasped before the screen had reappeared and the window was closed again.
A beat of silence filled the room. Then a thud was heard behind me. I whirled to find Emily on the floor.
Pippa screamed and dropped to her knees. "She fainted! Oh my goodness." Then she glared at me. "This is your fault."
Brown bounced up and down where she stood. "Did you see that?! That was amazing. I'm way more powerful than I thought!"
Pippa's mouth fell open and then closed it with a snap. "I cannot believe any of this."
"Is she okay?" I asked. I hesitated before I crossed the room and knelt beside my roommate.
"She fainted. She's not dead," Pippa snapped at me and stroked Emily's cheek. Then she went still and gasped again.
"What? What?" I reached out and clamped a hand on the wolf's arm. Instantly, I heard her thoughts and was in the swirl of her emotions. They were memories intermixed with images. I saw Pippa as a little girl with the same two braids and overalls. Then I saw her as a puppy. She had a coat of tawny-colored fur. She was running around, stumbling from paws that were too big for her. Then there was another image of a young man. His face was round in shape with brown hair that looked messily rumpled. His eyes stared straight at me, as if he could see me.
I ripped out of her, but not before I heard her shock, 'She's already met him. It's Pete!'
As I sat back on my heels, I knew Pippa was hurt that she hadn't been told this. Something in her had assumed she would've known right away.
She looked at me, dazed. "He saw you. He knows who you are. And he's going to tell her."
My throat had a knot in it. "Who is he? Who is Pete to you?"
"He's no one. He's another wolf. That's all." She jerked upright and grabbed our dresser for balance.
'Like hell he was no one to her.'
I stood, slower, and watched the wolf. A myriad of emotions were flashing across her face, one after another. I knew Brown saw it too and she came to stand beside me. Then Pippa shook her head again and muttered, "I can't handle this."
She rushed from the room. The door remained open behind her and a second later, hers slammed shut.
Brown jumped from the sound. "Oh wow. Geez." She looked at me. "Are all wolves like that? She's jumpy for how quiet she seems. They repress too much for their well-being."
"Werewolves repress a lot. They're very secretive."
"I know. It's not healthy. Humans have a better balance of their primal and logical side. Vampires are all about the primal and werewolves are all about the logical. It's not right. There should be something that fixes it and everyone can be happy. Hmmm. Maybe I could do a spell?"
I shuddered at the thought before I started to lift Emily to the couch. Brown picked up her legs and we placed her gently down. After I covered her with a blanket, I sat at my desk with no idea how to repair anything. There had been too much damage done.
Brown sat the edge of my bed. I felt her presence trying to comfort me. "Who is Luke Roane?"
What did I even say about him? "He's complicated."
"Are you two dating like that guy said?"
Hell. Were we? "No. We're not dating."
"But you want to?"
I glanced up and felt strangely vulnerable.
She smiled to reassure me. "It's okay if you said you want to. You wouldn't be the first girl to fall for a guy they couldn't have. It's common." Her eyes saddened.
Then I stopped thinking. I let it out. "It's not how Emily thinks. I didn't meet him through her. We met because, it's complicated, but it has to do with something that happened to me, something that no one knows about. He's been helping me with it or he did help me with it until recently. Things happened. We crossed the line, did things, but we haven't since—" I took a
'Get out!' I roared in my head.
The window flung open behind him, the screen disappeared and his body flew backwards, through it. It happened so fast, no one gasped before the screen had reappeared and the window was closed again.
A beat of silence filled the room. Then a thud was heard behind me. I whirled to find Emily on the floor.
Pippa screamed and dropped to her knees. "She fainted! Oh my goodness." Then she glared at me. "This is your fault."
Brown bounced up and down where she stood. "Did you see that?! That was amazing. I'm way more powerful than I thought!"
Pippa's mouth fell open and then closed it with a snap. "I cannot believe any of this."
"Is she okay?" I asked. I hesitated before I crossed the room and knelt beside my roommate.
"She fainted. She's not dead," Pippa snapped at me and stroked Emily's cheek. Then she went still and gasped again.
"What? What?" I reached out and clamped a hand on the wolf's arm. Instantly, I heard her thoughts and was in the swirl of her emotions. They were memories intermixed with images. I saw Pippa as a little girl with the same two braids and overalls. Then I saw her as a puppy. She had a coat of tawny-colored fur. She was running around, stumbling from paws that were too big for her. Then there was another image of a young man. His face was round in shape with brown hair that looked messily rumpled. His eyes stared straight at me, as if he could see me.
I ripped out of her, but not before I heard her shock, 'She's already met him. It's Pete!'
As I sat back on my heels, I knew Pippa was hurt that she hadn't been told this. Something in her had assumed she would've known right away.
She looked at me, dazed. "He saw you. He knows who you are. And he's going to tell her."
My throat had a knot in it. "Who is he? Who is Pete to you?"
"He's no one. He's another wolf. That's all." She jerked upright and grabbed our dresser for balance.
'Like hell he was no one to her.'
I stood, slower, and watched the wolf. A myriad of emotions were flashing across her face, one after another. I knew Brown saw it too and she came to stand beside me. Then Pippa shook her head again and muttered, "I can't handle this."
She rushed from the room. The door remained open behind her and a second later, hers slammed shut.
Brown jumped from the sound. "Oh wow. Geez." She looked at me. "Are all wolves like that? She's jumpy for how quiet she seems. They repress too much for their well-being."
"Werewolves repress a lot. They're very secretive."
"I know. It's not healthy. Humans have a better balance of their primal and logical side. Vampires are all about the primal and werewolves are all about the logical. It's not right. There should be something that fixes it and everyone can be happy. Hmmm. Maybe I could do a spell?"
I shuddered at the thought before I started to lift Emily to the couch. Brown picked up her legs and we placed her gently down. After I covered her with a blanket, I sat at my desk with no idea how to repair anything. There had been too much damage done.
Brown sat the edge of my bed. I felt her presence trying to comfort me. "Who is Luke Roane?"
What did I even say about him? "He's complicated."
"Are you two dating like that guy said?"
Hell. Were we? "No. We're not dating."
"But you want to?"
I glanced up and felt strangely vulnerable.
She smiled to reassure me. "It's okay if you said you want to. You wouldn't be the first girl to fall for a guy they couldn't have. It's common." Her eyes saddened.
Then I stopped thinking. I let it out. "It's not how Emily thinks. I didn't meet him through her. We met because, it's complicated, but it has to do with something that happened to me, something that no one knows about. He's been helping me with it or he did help me with it until recently. Things happened. We crossed the line, did things, but we haven't since—" I took a
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