room for werewolves a tenth time, she threw off the covers and walked to the window.
She couldn’t see out. The shutters were closed and locked tight in case he showed up unannounced. Without fresh air, the closeness in the room made her feel claustrophobic.
Tess doubted if she’d be ever able to sleep again until this werewolf issue was settled. She had an intuitive feeling that tonight wouldn’t be the time for a second meeting but had to remain on guard. There was no telling what this unusual Were might do.
“Get out of my head,” she muttered, shaking the shutter to assure herself that it was in place. Wood planks would be easy enough for a strong werewolf to destroy, but there’d be enough noise to alert her if one tried.
Tomorrow...
Since she’d first heard his invitation, the word had floated in and out of her consciousness with the tone of a whispered command.
“Get out,” she whispered again, forgoing the bed in favor of a trip to the front door.
Palming her knife, Tess left the cabin in her shorts and tank top to look up at the moon. Sensing no wolf presence, she sighed with relief and spoke out of frustration. “I accept, in case you’re the one sending this invitation.”
Brush rustled. Night birds sang. Bugs chirped as tree branches swayed in the wind. All this was normal. Usual. Except for one thing: the feeling of dread that invaded her as Tess studied the moon.
She dropped her gaze to search the area. Her skin bristled. Nerves again began to buzz. Something else was out there, and she didn’t know what. She didn’t recognize the sensations hitting her system. This was no wolf. So, what?
The air changed. Night seemed to darken as the overhead stars were erased. The moon disappeared as if a black curtain had descended over them and everything else. Tess looked at her knife. The silver blade had been swallowed by the roaming blackness. Its surface was dull. The shadows in her peripheral vision appeared to be moving.
Feelings of dread brought on a chill. Her knees felt oddly weak. But as quickly as it had arrived, the strange sensations drifted away as though this had been a bad dream.
The stars and moon reappeared. Tess took a breath and let it out slowly, listening for anything that might explain what had happened. She looked to the west, the direction the Were had taken after leaving her earlier that night, wondering if he had been responsible for what she had just experienced. The rolling blackness had moved off in that direction...toward her neighbor’s place and the wolf who had taken up temporary residence there.
“It’s coming,” she said, feeling silly for thinking the Were she had been hip to hip with a couple of hours ago would be able hear a warning he might not need.
And why would she warn him, anyway?
Tess cleared her throat and repeated the warning, concerned about why she would care what happened to a creature she was going to take down anyway when the next full moon came if he hadn’t caused that blackout.
I’m here to keep something very bad from happening, the Lycan had told her. Promise me you’ll let me do what I need to do here without interference, and that you’ll give me time to take care of the thing I came here to do. That’s all I ask.
A small shiver of incomprehension ran through Tess as she remembered those words. For the life of her, she could not imagine a greater threat than having a werewolf next door. But somehow she sensed that was about to change.
Jonas smiled at his sister. “Sorry, Gwen. Did I wake you?”
She eyed him thoughtfully.
“It’s okay,” he said. “You can rest.”
Gwen didn’t move from the doorway. Her gaze moved past him, heading for the window.
Jonas looked out. “Has something else disturbed you?”
He felt the quake that ran through his sister from where he stood and turned to look at her.
“What is it? What do you see?”
If ever there was a time for Gwen to speak, Jonas would have liked that time to be now. But she didn’t oblige and continued to stare at the window as if expecting someone to show up.
He didn’t like this. Didn’t like the lack of expression on Gwen’s young face as she waited for whatever she thought was out there to come knocking.
Gwen might be tapping into other special powers that he had no knowledge of, but would that include an awareness of the presence of things no one else could see?
Chills dripped down Jonas’s back, taking their time, hitting every vertebra one by one. He had a really bad feeling.
“I can’t read your mind,” he said. “You’ll need to tell me what I need to know.”
When Gwen’s head tilted to the side as if she were listening to sounds other than his latest request, a cascade of pale hair slipped to cover half of her face. Her hair had been brown once, like his, before the attack that had rendered her speechless. Brown, straight and shiny. Massive injuries had instigated the change in this pretty teen and nothing could alter that.
Gwen was disturbed as she looked outside, and her inner distress was contagious. Jonas liked to believe he was still close enough to his sister to understand a few things, but until she decided to speak, he needed another way to find out what was going on.
“Gwen,” he said, hoping to get her attention. “I’m trying to protect you. Please help me do that.”
Her gaze traveled to him before again bypassing him in favor of the window. Feeling helpless, Jonas placed himself in front of the glass.
“What do you see?” he asked, his concern growing. Gwen’s skin had begun to ripple the way his skin did when a shape-shift was imminent.
Jonas held up a hand. “No. Stop, Gwen. Now isn’t the time. It isn’t safe. We aren’t alone out here. Our neighbor knows what we are.”
That last statement was only partially true, Jonas amended inwardly. Tess might know about him, but as for Gwen...
Gwen was something Tess Owens had no idea existed and would label a nightmare if she did.
His sister now had claws—ten short white claws nearly as colorless as her hair. She had become hyperaware of an issue she considered a problem and couldn’t fill him in.
“Shit,” Jonas muttered without daring to go to her, fearing that too much protesting might set her off in ways he wouldn’t be able to corral.
Gwen sidestepped him with a graceful move and joined him at the window. She pressed her face to the glass and ran her claws down the wooden frame hard enough to leave visible tracks in the finish.
Jonas took hold of one of her wrists and turned Gwen around to face him. He adopted a stern tone when repeating his last warning, hoping a repeat of the same stuff would get through to her.
“No,
