Damn it, damn it, damn it. I was finally getting through her defenses. We were having a frigging moment. Dad just had to show up right then. Not that I knew exactly what I was going to say or do if he hadn’t. I was too busy trying to keep my emotions, my reactions in check so as not to scare her. Again. Because now I knew for sure. I wasn’t crazy, and I didn’t have to stay away from her. When she’d turned from the bully girl to look at me, her eyes were gold. Elodie was a wolf. Like me. Or she would be very soon. I didn’t think she’d shifted yet. She was late. Not unheard of, but not common either. Maybe it was because she was half human. I wasn’t all together sure if she truly knew what was happening to her. She certainly didn’t seem to recognize me for what I was. But it fit with her strange behavior. She was coming into her sharpened senses. And the aggression . . . I didn’t want to think what she might have done to that girl if I hadn’t shown up. No matter that the bitch deserved it.
