Page 14 of Witch's Moon
“There’s a lot of stuff about why there isn’t a lot of stuff, if you know what I mean.”
Regan sighed again. “As usual, I have no idea.”
“Well, you said it yourself—there just isn’t anything here on them, and there should be.”
Regan blinked. “So?”
“Well, when the Council was formed, they refused to let the werewolves in. Aden, the first head of the Council, was a vampire, and they hate the weres. They consider them savages.” She giggled. “They had them downgraded to animals.”
“Hmm, I wonder why?” Regan said, rubbing at her shoulder. She could feel the effects of her own meeting with one of those “animals,” and she wasn’t going to argue with the description. Actually, it was a little insulting to animals.
“Anyway, they went off in a huff and since then have pretty much kept to themselves.”
“Well, that’s interesting, but it doesn’t help.”
“It also says that werewolves can’t be born; they all start off as humans who get bitten. Apparently, female werewolves miscarry when they shift at full moon, and humans don’t seem capable of getting pregnant by a werewolf.”
“Again…interesting, but how does it help me?”
“It doesn’t,” Catrin conceded. She closed the book and put it on the floor. “We could go ask the Council.”
“No way.”
Catrin sighed. “Then maybe you should go see Caleb.”
Regan would have liked to say the idea had never occurred to her, but it had, and more than once. It was obvious that Caleb knew a lot about the wolves. But it was unlikely that he would know a way to stop what was happening to her. In fact, he’d told her categorically that there was no way to stop the change. Still, he knew more than they did, and she wouldn’t be going into it quite so blind.
She was scared.
There—she’d admitted her fear. Which made it real.
Regan wasn’t happy about admitting it, even to herself, and certainly wasn’t about to say it aloud. But she hated not knowing what would happen, and if nothing else, Caleb could help with that.
Only two things held her back: One, he had made it very clear thathewanted nothing to do with her or her problems; and two,shewanted way too much to do with him, and that terrified her. She couldn’t forget how he had made her feel. Her body burned for his touch. All she had to do was close her eyes, and he was there in her mind.
So, was she more scared of her feelings for Caleb than she was of turning furry?
Hell, yes!
“I’m not going anywhere near Caleb.”
“Why?” Catrin asked. “I know he can help.”
“No. Besides, we don’t know anything about him. We don’t even know what he is. Why he was there that night. We can’t trust him.”
“Him? Or yourself?”
Regan’s eyes narrowed on her sister. “What do you mean?”
Catrin shook her head. “Nothing. How’s your magic?”
“Still shaky, I can’t seem to get a grip on it. It seems to slide away from me.”
Catrin reached out and touched her. “It will come back. Now, we should go to bed. You might not get much sleep tomorrow night.”
“You mean because I might be running around the woods and howling at the moon. Thanks for reminding me.”
“You’d actually forgotten?”
Hell no.
