Why didn’t I go with Ash? Maybe it’s all bollocks. Maybe Birch and the others don’t care what happens to me now. It’s not like anyone would know I’d gone back with Ash, right? I could be headed back to his house right now, to the warmth of his home that’s always felt safe to me.
But it wouldn’t be, would it?
Not now.
Not if they’re telling the truth.
That thought stops me cold.
Will it ever be safe again? I told Ash I need to get away for a bit, but how long will that be exactly? A week? A month? How long will it take for the Feral Beasts to forget about me?
I’m hit with a vision of claws and teeth, ofnot human,and my legs give out altogether.
They’re not fucking human.
It hadn’t fully registered before, the enormity of that statement, but somehow seeing Ash has made it real.
The rumours are true.
Shifters are real.
And they know I know.
They have to, right? They made no attempt to hide what they were.
Jesus Christ, Morgan.
And they’re not the only ones, are they?
No.
I shake my head, shoving that thought as far away as I can, because I daren’t follow that thread.
It’s no good though.
Try as I might to block it from my mind, it won’t stay out.
Lynx growled back there.
He fucking growled.
I felt it vibrate in his chest, dragged from somewhere deep inside him.
Somewhere decidedly not human.
It sounds fucking ridiculous to even think it in my head, but on some level, IknowI’m right. I feel it. There’s a wild energy about him, about the way he moves.
Just like Birch.
Oh god, I need to get out of here.
If Lynx is . . . then the rest . . .
And yet I still did as he said and willingly walked back in here.
I should’ve run.
I should’ve got on my bike and got the hell out of here.
