“Please don’t shut me out. You’re a werewolf now. You need someone to
help you through this.”
“I’ll find my own way.” Until I found the cure.
“That’s not how being in a pack works,” said Sam. “I’ll help get you
through this transition, and I’ll tell you everything I know. About shifting.
About moon cycles and pack etiquette. About the heat.”
I stopped short in my tracks. “The heat?”
She gritted her teeth and made an apologetic shrug.
God help me.
We’re gonna need her, my wolf said.
I closed my eyes and begged for strength. “I’m going to find Neve and
return to Magic Side. And when I get back, I’m leaving. I don’t want to see
you or Jaxson again. I want you to leave me the fuck alone.”
49
Savannah
We arrived in Magic Side in a whirl of wind and magic. I staggered over
to the wall and braced myself until the warehouse stopped spinning.
Teleporting with Neve was like skydiving into a hurricane.
Sam placed her hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” I lied, and shrugged her off.
Jaxson took a step toward me, but I flashed him a vengeful look that told
him to stay the fuck back. I couldn’t be near him, and I couldn’t trust my
mind or body around him.
I glared at the floor as it kept spinning around. I was still mad at Sam, but
I was also wearing another set of her clothes, a track suit that she’d brought
in the gym bag.
And she hadn’t even mentioned the fact that I’d lost her favorite shirt in
the Dreamlands. That said quite a lot…though potentially, she hadn’t figured
that one out yet.
I stood and looked around.