SELENE

eyes was not someone I should fear. Daisy responded with a simple, 'If James can do it, I'm sure I can too. But we'll see;

xpression appeared annoyed, though I wasn't sure if it was about Fred or the leaders. "Marguerite,

ople needed to know these were our leaders, but I hesitated to reassure someone I had only known for a few months. "But I feel good. Thank you all for your concern; I know it's not easy. The day after tomorrow, I'll attempt to study my DNA and James's, comparing the differences between us. We're both working to improve our c

came loose from its hinges, as did James's. They rushed past us and up the stairs wi

forms, lying in a heap together. Clarisse thought they might be dead, but I had a feeling they weren't. Having watched numerous werewolf movies and read countless books about them, I knew

ose enough to hear their breathing but far enough not to startle them. They looked beautiful as wolves last night, and I felt a pang of jealousy that they could transform. Secretly, I admired them. I had always loved reading about werewolves and often imagined

ea teleporting could make so much noise. Where did you go? Did you go to buy clothes?' I realized

ly, have you ever been in Daisy's closet? Let me tell you, I never want to go in there again. It was like digging

e were attacked by a wolf, James. Clarisse yelled at him, struggling to avoid being bi

to get her off me. 'Daisy, listen to me. It's Rebecca, I'm Rebecca. You don't want to hurt me, right? We came to fin

horrified. 'How do you know that name?'

ht, remember? You and James made a promise to go after Raphael. You ran off for a run, as you said. Ge

with newfound understanding. 'I'm sorry, Clarisse. I don't know what ca

eir exposure. We headed home, greeted by everyone who seemed relieved. Clarisse and I nee