“NO! No no no no, no!!!”

Jason stared at me, shaking his head. “You’re one of the strongest disbelievers I’ve ev—”

“NO! It can’t be true! Werewolves and the like are myth, fiction, not real! They don’t exist! You’re crazy! You’re all crazy!” I shrieked, leaping up and backing out of the chair, eyes flickering to Jimmie and Ronnie— if that was really their names— and then looking for Mack. Still backing up, I bumped into warmth, and turning, I had to look up, up, and up to face the ice blues. “Mack— you’re not really… No…” Those icy blue eyes were suddenly very, very warm, and they slowly began to sap all the strength out of me, as I wavered on my feet and began to fall. Warm, tanned arms surrounded me, pulling me up before I had even hit the floor. “Mack…” I whispered, as he looked to Jason.

“Mack, put her in a room for now. When she recovers from her exhaustion, we’ll have to show her. Will you do the honors, since…”

And the voices slowly faded away, my tired body going limp, eyes closing.