Nothing I’d read in fiction books or heard from other supernaturals could explain what I’d just seen.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? How can you not know?” I asked.
He was a werewolf. An alpha. He had a better education in these matters than me. He should know what that was.
His face was fierce as he glared at me. “There are more creatures in this world than can be named in any book. I don’t know the names of all of them.”
“Do you at least have a guess?”
“Not one I’m willing to share with you.”
I was betting not. He probably just didn’t want to admit he was as clueless as the baby vamp.
It didn’t matter if he had a guess or not. If he wasn’t willing to share it with me, he wasn’t much use.
I walked away. Time to get back to figuring out where I could find a computer.
“Aileen Travers.”
I ground to a halt but didn’t turn.
“That’s your name, isn’t it?” he asked. His voice sounded like he was right behind me. “Aileen Travers.”
I turned around. He was only a step or two away. In easy grabbing distance. I folded my arms over my chest and tried to project a confidence I didn’t feel.
“What makes you think that?” I asked.
He gave me a smooth smile and pulled out a phone, holding it up screen side facing me. My phone. I’d forgotten he had it.
He turned the screen towards him. “It’s funny. A call came in the day after you escaped. When I listened to the voicemail, I discovered a few interesting things.”
Only one person would have left me a voicemail.
“I’m pretty sure I left that locked,” I said.
One side of his mouth tilted up in a half smile. “I have a guy.”
“And? Is that all you’ve got? A voicemail?”
“Enough to know your name is Aileen Travers. Your mother is upset with you. Something about scaring your sister?”
That little tattle tale. I’d hoped she would keep our argument to herself, but it sounded like she’d gone running to Mom as soon as I left. That must have been some voicemail my mom left. She gave him everything.
He slipped the phone back into his pocket, his point made. If he had someone good enough to break the security on the phone, it would be possible to find all he needed to know by simply knowing my name.
“There’s a reason the vampires pull their newly made out of their prior life,” he told me. “Remaining a part of your family’s lives puts everybody in danger.”
“That’s not your choice to make.”
“Maybe not but if you don’t come with me, I’m going to tell the vampires exactly who you are and how you’ve been in contact with your family. See how long you last once they know your name and the location of your human family.”
He had me. He knew it, and I knew it. I wouldn’t risk their safety. I had no quips or retorts. For now, I had no choice but to go with him.
He didn’t wait for my agreement, walking towards me and grabbing my arm to haul me after him.
“You don’t have to grab,” I told him. “You know I’ll go with you.”
