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work? Do you remember?” he asked, though it
was pretty clear that he knew I did.
    I managed to answer, anyway. “Yes,” I breathed.
    The memories flooded back and then replayed over and
over like a video simultaneously stuck on fast forward and repeat.
I could feel Wes’ eyes on me, taking in my reaction. I wanted to
say something, to ask him what he’d done and how he’d done it, but
the images in my mind were too overwhelming to push aside.
    First, an image of me in the kitchen. The clock above
the stove read six-forty five. George was late. No surprise there.
Then, the replay of my attempt at one last date with him, at Moe’s,
my favorite pool hall. The arguing. Him talking on the phone to his
dad or agent through half a game of nine ball. The inevitable break
up. Then, me cutting through the alley to get to the bus stop.
    I let the image fade away, already knowing what came
next. How was any of this possible? More than the memory of the
night was the knowledge. Somehow I’d known what to do, to fight
that … creature. But how? What kind of person was strong enough to
fight – and win against – a Werewolf? Not a normal human, that’s
for sure. And how could Werewolves exist and no one even know it?
And why, out of everyone who could’ve gotten pulled into something
like this, did it have to be me?
    The questions went on and on and finally I had to
shut them out to think straight. I could only hope Wes could answer
some of them, but I honestly couldn’t even figure out where to
start. Instead I focused on what I did know. One, Werewolves were,
in fact, very real. And two, Wes had somehow manipulated my
memories. Twice.

 
     
     
    ~ 3 ~
     
     
     
    I looked over at Wes, focusing first on the whole
memory-erasing thing, since that was actually easier than
discussing the reality of Werewolves. He’d been watching me
intently the whole time the images had played back inside my mind,
and I could tell he was waiting for me to say something. “I can’t
believe I killed something,” I said, when I finally found my
voice.
    Wes’ eyes narrowed, and for the first time, he seemed
suspicious. “You’ve really never done this before?”
    “Should I have?”
    “Considering how easily you took down Liliana, I’d
say yes. But based on your reaction, I’m not so sure.”
    “I’ve really never done this before,” I assured him.
I shook my head. “Seriously this can’t be real. I mean, I know it
is, but… wow. Werewolves? Okay so what about vampires? And goblins?
And fairies? Is all of that real, too?”
    Wes rolled his eyes. “Nope. It’s just us wolves.”
    “Us?” I repeated, my eyebrows lifting. Did he
mean…?
    He shifted in the chair. I got the impression he
hadn’t meant to say that last part. “Yes. I’m a Werewolf.”
    I pulled the comforter up tighter around my chin and
felt my eyes widen. I hadn’t meant to show fear but I couldn’t help
it. There was a Werewolf sitting three feet away. And if my first
impression was any indication, three feet was dangerously close.
Still, once I had a moment to think about it, I realized I wasn’t
actually afraid. At least, not like I had been last night. Crap,
I’d been a mess last night. A big, fat, convulsing mess –
especially near the end. A small amount of embarrassment washed
over me at what a complete moron I’d been. Logically, I knew Wes
was right. I’d been in medical shock. But still, I must have seemed
like a total wimp.
    Besides that, Wes had been the one to help me get it
together after the attack. He’d given me a ride and helped me sneak
past my mom and, as far as the memory removal thing, I had to
admit, it had certainly been necessary. I couldn’t really be mad at
him for it. And most importantly, he had answers, which was
something I still wanted. So, rather than call attention to my
reaction, I changed the subject. “How did you do it?”
    “Do what?”
    “Mess with my head like that. How did you make me
forget