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PROLOGUE
Change is a force of nature I have always
thought to resemble the wind. Just like the wind it is entirely unpredictable
and can come in two forms. Form one is light and barely noticeable… like the
way summer leaves slowly begin to turn colors as we ease into fall. Form two is
powerful and destructive… the life-changing kind when you know nothing will
ever be the same again, no matter how hard you might try to make it.
There are two things that I’ve learned about
change in the last few weeks: One, escaping it is impossible. And two, it can
be scary even in its smallest form.
PART ONE ~ BRECKWATER
CHAPTER ONE
“How are you feeling today?” Jace asked, tucking
his arms behind his head as he made himself comfortable on my bed.
I gazed into his warm amber-colored eyes and
felt my lips twist into the hint of a smile.
Amusement flickered around his lips as he
struggled not to return my smile. “What’s so funny about that question?” he
asked.
“You just sound all shrink-ish and serious.”
“I am serious. I’m asking you how you feel,” he
said.
“Weird,” I answered truthfully, folding my legs
to sit Indian style beside him.
Jace grinned. “Good word, but care to
elaborate?”
“I’m antsy, crabby, famished, and I feel like if
anyone were to touch my skin right now I’d electrocute them,” I said. The way I
felt wasn’t the sole reason I had for inviting Jace over for Sunday night
dinner, but also because I wasn’t sure whether or not I could handle being
alone with my parents right now.
Jace chuckled at my response. “I know, right?
It’s the building, changing energy flowing through your veins.” He sat up and
draped one arm over his knee. My heart instantly began to race due to the
sudden close proximity of his face and mine. “It’ll go away after the full
moon.”
My heart dropped to my stomach like a rock at
the mention of the rapidly approaching full moon. I only had two more nights
before I became something a month ago I hadn’t even known existed. My entire
life had changed in the fraction of a second it took for Jace, in his wolf
form, to bite down on my leg. His saliva had been the catalyst to awaken the
werewolf embedded in my blood cells, which had been dormant for the first
eighteen years of my life.
“Dinner,” dad called to us from down the hall.
I jumped at the harsh loudness of his voice.
“Coming.”
“Try to relax a little,” Jace insisted as he
stood up.
I frowned. “Easy for you to say, Mr.
Professional Werewolf.”
The scent of spaghetti and garlic bread floating
through the air nauseated me. Jace’s hand gripped my shoulders and began massaging.
“Relax,”
he whispered into my ear before letting go.
* * *
I sat down at the table beside Jace and across
from my mom and dad. In a strange way I felt like the table served as a
divider, separating the humans from the wolves.
“So, how are things going for you, Jace?” dad
asked as he served himself a heaping portion of salad.
“Good, things are going pretty good,” Jace
answered, his hand gripping my knee beneath the table.
“Are you still renovating your uncle’s farm
house?” mom asked with mild interest, while passing the little basket filled
with breadsticks to me.
“It’s coming along smoothly actually. I’ve
managed to complete restorations to the entire first floor and I just started
tiling the second floor bathroom yesterday.” Jace answered with such a large
amount of confidence in his voice, all I could do was envy him.
I didn’t think I could ever speak so smooth and
calm with people I hardly knew. Then again, Jace was practically werewolf
royalty; he was probably used to speaking in front of large crowds. Talking to
my parents was probably a piece of cake.
“Is your uncle planning on selling the house or
are you planning on living there permanently?” mom asked with more interest
than she’d had all night.
I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t stand the way she
treated him.
“I’m not really sure what my uncle plans on
doing with the house once I’m finished. But, I do know that I don’t intend to
make it my permanent residence. Unfortunately, I can’t stay here in Breckwater
forever,” Jace said.
I noticed mom’s eyes shift to mine at Jace’s
words; she’d enjoyed his revelation of not staying in Breckwater forever a
little too much. I flashed her a smug smile and took a bite of my salad, but
froze mid-chew. It tasted awful, like sour lettuce mixed with rancid ranch
dressing. I coughed and struggled desperately to not gag or vomit all over the
table.
“Tessa, honey, are you okay?” dad asked,
amusement flickering in his eyes due to the scene I was making.
I nodded in reply while I forced myself to
swallow down the bite of pure nastiness.
“What happened, did it go down the wrong pipe?”
dad wondered.
“Something like that,” I said, fighting the
sudden urge I had to lick my napkin just to get rid of the awful taste
lingering in my mouth. I settled for my glass of ice water instead.
Jace shot me a sideways glance and shook his
head slightly before shoving a forkful of spaghetti into his mouth to hide the
smirk forming at the corners of his lips. I kicked his foot underneath the
table and sat my glass back down. The water had been unsuccessful at washing
away the horrible, rotten taste from my tongue.
“So tile, huh? I know a thing or two about
laying tile if you need any help,” dad insisted.
“Thanks, but I think I can manage,” Jace said in
a respectful tone. “I don’t have anything better to do and I worked for a
tiling company in Ohio for a few summers when I was in high school.”
“Oh, that’s right, I keep forgetting how much
older you are than Tessa,” mom said.
“It’s three years, Mom, not ten,” I muttered,
unable to bite my tongue.
“I’m just saying,” mom grumbled.
Hesitantly, I took a small bite of my spaghetti,
hoping it didn’t taste as horrible as the salad had. It didn’t, a bit bland
maybe, but not rancid. Glancing around I noticed everyone else had chosen
Italian dressing instead of ranch like me. Was it possible for ranch dressing
to go bad?
I picked out a large piece of lettuce smothered
with dressing and slowly lifted it to my mouth. Instead of tasting it and
risking another coughing fit, I sniffed it. It smelled like it should, but the
taste had been off.
“Tessa, is there a reason why you’re sniffing a
piece of lettuce?” dad asked.
Jace choked on a sip of water, and a mixture of
embarrassment and shock jolted through my body, numbing my mind for a brief
moment. “I-I thought the dressing might be bad or something. It tasted a little
funny to me.”
I focused on my spaghetti for the remainder of
dinner, avoiding my salad like it was the plague.
* * *
After dinner Jace and I went and sat out on the
back porch. It was a chilly November night, but it felt good to be outside. I
sat in a patio chair and tucked my feet beneath me, then pulled the sleeves of
my sweater over my hands.
“What was that all about?” Jace chuckled,
amusement glittering in the amber color of his eyes.
“What?”
I asked, irritated.
“Why on Earth were you sniffing a piece of lettuce?” he asked with a grin.
“I don’t know; it just tasted rotten, okay?” I
snapped as he continued to laugh at me.
“I’m sorry. I’ve just never seen someone so
disgusted by a piece of lettuce before. The look on your face when you first
took a bite…” he trailed off, falling into another fit of uncontrollable
laughter.
“Ha, ha. Funny.” I folded my arms across my
chest but couldn’t keep my lips from twisting into a smirk. “It smelled fine; I
don’t know why it tasted so horrible.”
“Just another one of those wacky sense things,”
Jace said, finally able to contain himself.
“Then why didn’t you have any problem?”
“I’ve been at this a whole lot longer than you.”
He slid his chair in front of mine and reached for my hands. “Don’t worry,
you’ll get used to everything.”
“Sure,” I muttered. I had to right? I was going
to be this way for the rest of my life.
“So, your mom seemed to be a little more harsh
and tense tonight.”
I sighed. “I know. Why doesn’t she just go ahead
and say something to me about all this? I’m positive she knows what’s going
on.”
“Maybe she hasn’t said anything for the same
reasons you haven’t.” His eyebrows drew together and concern etched itself into
his features. “Maybe she’s just as afraid as you are.”
I nodded and dropped my gaze to the wooden
planks that made up our porch. “Maybe.”
He was right; I was afraid. I had over a million
fears tumbling around in my mind linked to the very thought of telling her
everything. I knew eventually we would have to have a conversation regarding
all of this. And like most things, I figured it would happen when the timing
was right, but the right time just never seemed to come.
“Who do you think he was, my real father I
mean?” I asked in a hushed whisper without meeting his gaze.
Jace sighed. “I don’t know.”
“Do you think he wanted me?” I asked, afraid of
his answer. “Or is what I am some sort of an abomination in the werewolf
community?” I added, realizing the second they came from my lips they could be
true. I noticed Jace’s body visibly tense and a sickening feeling entered my
stomach.
“You’re not an abomination in my eyes,” Jace
answered carefully.
“Well, that’s not very comforting.” I scoffed.
I remembered the conversation I’d had with
Shelby in the bathroom at the diner and how she’d said Jace’s parents had
already approved of her, but that I was quite another story. I remembered the
look in her eyes, like I was the filthiest thing she had ever seen. This had to
be why—because I was considered an abomination.
“I’m sorry; it’s just another one of those
things I need to explain.”
“Okay, I’m all ears,” I said, bringing my eyes
to his.
“Not right now. Let’s at least make it past this
first full moon,” he insisted.
I shifted out of his grasp and drew my knees up
to my chest. “Right, the full moon.”
The dining room light flicked on behind us and
my dad came to the sliding glass door. He cracked it open just enough to poke
his head out. “Anyone want any dessert?”
“No, thank you, Mr. Morganton. Actually, I think
I’m going to head home,” Jace said.
I shook my head. “None for me either.”
“All right, more for me then.” Dad smiled as he
turned away.
Jace stood and held a hand out to me. “Come
here.”
I placed my hand in his and let him pull me up
against him. He wrapped his warm arms around me, and I rested my head against
his chest.
“I know the full moon coming up has you a little
freaked out and you’ve got all of this parent stuff going on, too.” He paused
to kiss the top of my head. “You have enough to think about, and I don’t want
to add anything else that might worry you right now.”
“Okay.” I sighed. I pulled away and tilted my
head up to press my lips against his. There was something he was hiding from
me, something that he didn’t think I was ready to know. I had been able to
sense it these last couple of days. It came off him in tiny waves. This must be
what people meant when they said animals could sense your emotions.
***
Copyright 2012 Jennifer Snyder
