“Jayna?”
She turned to see Megan sitting up in bed, blinking at her sleepily.
“Is something wrong?” Megan asked.
“No, nothing’s wrong. In fact, everything is just fine.” Jayna smiled and walked over to sit on the edge of Megan’s bed. “But there is something I need to tell you, something I should have told you from the very beginning.”
Megan sat up straighter, her eyes suddenly alert. “You’re running away with Eric, aren’t you?”
“What?” Jayna frowned. “No, I’m not running away with him.”
Megan relaxed slightly but still watched her warily. Jayna reached out and took one of her hands, giving it a squeeze.
“Remember when I said you could trust Eric?”
Megan nodded.
“What I didn’t tell you was that you could trust him because he’s a cop. Specifically, one of the werewolves on the SWAT team.”
Megan’s eyes widened. “What? You said he was an omega you met at Starbucks!”
“Shh,” Jayna warned, throwing a quick glance over her shoulder. “I couldn’t very well say he was a cop. And I did meet him at Starbucks. Well, outside it anyway. Eric was at the warehouse that night with the SWAT team. He helped me hide instead of arresting me, then tracked me down using a receipt from Starbucks that fell out of my pocket. He was waiting outside when I left the loft the next day.”
Megan’s nose wrinkled in confusion. “That doesn’t explain what he’s doing here.”
“He’s trying to help us get out of this crappy situation we’re in.”
Megan twirled the end of her hair, considering that. “But he killed one of those SWAT werewolves last night.”
“I don’t think he did,” Jayna said. “I think he and the other werewolf just made it look like that.”
“That makes sense, I guess.” Megan twirled her hair some more. “But I have a question.”
“Okay.”
“Is Eric in love with you?”
Jayna opened her mouth to deny it but closed it again. Would Eric go to all this trouble if he didn’t love her?
“He thinks he is,” she finally said. “He believes in a legend that says there’s a perfect soul mate out there for every werewolf, and they’re destined to be together. He called itThe One.”
“And he thinks you’re hisOne?” Megan asked.
Jayna nodded. “I know it’s silly, but he really believes it.”
Megan gave her a small smile. “After everything we’ve been through when we became werewolves, you don’t think it’s possible God would give us someone who could love us for what we are?”
Sometimes, Jayna forgot how idealistic Megan was. Other times, she wished she could be that idealistic herself. “It’s because of what happened to us when we became werewolves that I don’t believe in it.”
Megan let out a sigh. “Forget the legend then. How do you feel about him?”
Jayna looked down at her hands but didn’t answer. How could she describe what she felt for Eric when she wasn’t sure herself?
“I don’t know,” she finally admitted. “I know that I love being with him. And I know that he makes me happy. And I know that I felt like we had some sort of connection the moment I saw him in that warehouse.”
Megan grinned. “A connection, huh? Sounds like maybe that werewolf-soul-mate thing might be true after all.”
Jayna didn’t say anything.
