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it in until the fear receded.
    “ Feeling better?” he
asked.
    “ I am,” I said. “Thank
you.”
    George straightened, propping his chin
on the top of my head. Images flashed in my mind of the two of us
running as wolves. I had the distinct impression this was where his
happy thoughts stemmed from. George loved being a Werewolf. He’d
always been physically active and the strength his wolf side gave
him added to it. His competitive side had been heightened too and
now he loved making everything a contest.
    “ You want to go for a
run?” he asked.
    I almost said no. I wanted to go find
Wes, to offer him some comfort now that I’d recovered a little. I
knew he had to be as scared as me. He’d known Vera a lot longer
than I had and despite his hard exterior, I knew this stuff
affected him as much as it did the rest of us. Maybe
more.
    But I’d been away from the hybrids too
long. “I need to check on things at camp. We could run there,” I
said, stepping out of his hold to look up at him.
    He broke into a grin. “Race
you.”
    My lips twitched, my insides itching
to burst free and meet the challenge. “You’re on.”
    Halfway to the door, he stopped. “Is
Wes coming?”
    “ He’s probably still on
the phone letting everyone know about Vera.” A lump formed in my
throat, almost preventing me from saying her name. I swallowed it
and took another step. I needed to run. Now. “I’ll find him when I
get back.” I pushed through the back door and out into the
sunshine. The humidity hit me like a ton of bricks. Sticky,
suffocating bricks. “Where’s Chris?” I asked, looking
around.
    “ Ran to get Jack,” George
said. That meant camp had been left unattended for far too
long.
    George swiped his forehead with the
back of his arm. We’d made it halfway to the woods and already we
both were sweating. “Damn, it’s hot.”
    “ Agreed.” I said. “Makes
me miss Astor’s. At least that heat wasn’t this dripping
curtain.”
    George shot me a look. “Can’t say
there’s much else I miss about that place, though. The atmosphere
was a little … unpredictable.”
    I snickered.
    George and Astor hadn’t exactly hit it
off. I suspected Astor’s label of George had something to do with
the words “stereotypical” and “jock”—an impression which George had
been oblivious to. He’d been a little distracted, slowly turning
into an evil hybrid right before our eyes. Until my blood had cured
him.
    Whatever the excuse, there weren’t
much warm fuzzies between Astor and George.
    “ I don’t know why you’re
laughing when you have plenty of reason to agree,” George said. I
lifted a questioning brow. “One word for you: Grandma.”
    I grimaced.
    Grandma’s appearance at Astor’s was
the definition of unpredictable. Not simply that she’d blown in and
dragged me out, but also because she’d brought Alex with her. An
ally in her spy efforts against CHAS. After learning that, I’d
thought he was on our side. I thought I could trust him. That was,
until he’d betrayed me—and all of us—by showing up in the woods
with Kane and his band of killers.
    “ Grandma,” I muttered in
agreement. George grunted. The single word summed it up. And now my
thoughts were buzzing all that had happened. All that was still
happening—with Grandma. And CHAS. And Alex. Vera.
    Supernatural soap opera.
    “ Ready?” I
asked.
    “ Let’s do it.” George
shouldered his way in front of me on the trail, his eyes
glittering. He stepped behind a tree and tossed his shorts aside.
Not that it mattered. We’d already seen all there was to see of
each other. Still, our modesty was something we each attempted to
preserve. Some more than others.
    Derek thought it was hilarious. When
you’d been a Werewolf all your life, maybe it made you less worried
about what others thought of you naked. He’d tried shifting in
front of me a few times to see the look on my face. Cambria stopped
that pretty quickly.
    George’s shorts