I felt like I might throw up, but I pushed the feeling down and swallowed the fear that threatened to choke me. Voices in my head warned me that I was about to step into a bad situation from which I wouldn’t be able to escape. I knew they were just voices. I knew my fear came not from any real threat, but from a memory of another bright, beautiful day, a day when my friend Cat was brutally murdered, twice, in front of me. I understood that going out into that beautiful day with two werewolves should ignite wariness in me, but not blood-curdling fear. I understood that I was overreacting. So, I forced a smile and stepped out into the sun. When I felt a hand on my arm I jumped and bit back a scream. Henry stepped close enough to whisper in my ear, but he didn’t touch me again. He knew what was going on, he’d seen it before. Sometimes, when I was in a new place, anywhere too open and vulnerable, I kind of freaked out. The werewolves weren’t helping. “Breathe, Kelsey,” he whispered in my ear.
