“A-a vampire?! What, no! I had no clue— I didn’t even know werewolves existed, much less that I was one!” I stammered, anger rising and if I could blush through fur, boy I would be doing it. Mack glared at Jason, practically ready to bite his head off just for angering me. Jason glowered back, before turning to me with a slight smile. “It’s alright, Carlie, I’m sorry for doubting you. Do you think you could change back now?”

I shook my head, lips lifting as I growled at him. “I’m not changing back, not now, not ever.” Jason, in slight shock, took a step forward, reaching to grab my neck but I snapped at his hand. Mack whispered something that sounded like “Dear God, please help me…” He lunged forward, grabbing my muzzle in one hand and pinning me to the floor with his body.

I snarled and struggled, not believing he had just done that. Why would Mack betray me like this? “Mack?” I whimpered, ceasing in my struggles. “Why?” His mournful ice blue irises met my golden, and in that moment I understood.