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rigidity told me something else was going on with her.
    Finally, my patience snapped.
    “Sara, what’s wrong?”
    “You won’t believe me,” she repeated, using the same phrase she used when we were putting food away.
    I crossed my arms. “I think you’ll be surprised.”
    Sara’s jaw worked. “I think I’m going to need more wine for this.”
    I held up my glass. “Just drink mine.” Don’t think I’m letting you back in the kitchen that easily. She’d run away and hide and hoped I’d forget about it. She wanted to talk about it, but she was too afraid to.
    She took my glass and downed the rest of it in one chug. I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
    “Okay,” she said, as if warming herself up for our talk. “Okay.”
    “It will be all right,” I told her.
    “No, it won’t.” Tears started filling her eyes. “Christine, do you believe in werewolves?”

Chapter 5
     
    “Werewolves?” I asked incredulously. “As in, real life werewolves?”
    “See? I told you that you wouldn’t believe me,” Sara groaned. She put her head in her hands and started to cry.
    “Yeah, yeah, I do,” I said gently. I put a hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off, angrily.
    “I mean, werewolves are supposed to just be in movies,” Sara said. “Like in those horrible late night b-movies. They’re not supposed to be real!”
    “Just tell me what happened,” I said firmly. Maybe I could get to the bottom of what she was talking about.
    “Okay,” Sara said. But then her face crumpled and she started crying again.
    Whatever it was, it must have been terrible.
    “So, I met this guy named Chad,” Sara said. “At a bar in Decatur.”
    I didn’t know anything about Atlanta’s geography, but I nodded just to keep her talking.
    “And we really hit it off, you know? He was nice and handsome, and everything I was looking for in a boyfriend. He took me out to dinner, we had a couple of dates. I thought, ‘Wow, I found the last gentleman on Earth, and he’s all mine.’”
    Sounded a lot like what happened between Shane and me. I clenched my jaw.
    “Go on,” I prompted.
    “We’d been dating for about five months,” she said.
    “So it’s pretty serious?” I asked.
    “Was,” she corrected softly. “For our five-month anniversary—because Chad is so romantic—he wanted to take me out on the town. During a full moon. I should have known.”
    I didn’t agree that a full moon would have told her that something was off, but I gently pushed her with, “What?”
    She let out a breath. “He took me to dinner, where he told me that he wanted to move our relationship to the next level. And I stupidly agreed, because you know, I fall hard for any man that comes my way. I thought he meant moving in together.”
    She did have a habit of falling hard. I’d witnessed it firsthand. It had burned her so many times in the past too, I’d hoped that she would have learned her lesson by now.
    As I said, some people never change.
    Sara continued. “So I accepted, not really knowing what he meant by ‘the next level’. And he said that he wanted to introduce me to his family and friends. THAT NIGHT.”
    “Weird.”
    She glared at me. “More than that. But I went with him to see his family and friends, because, ‘Oh this is a romantic little surprise. He really loves me.’” She scoffed and combed a hand through her hair. “I was so wrong.”
    I didn’t interrupt her; I let her keep talking.
    “So we go over to this bar. It’s in…well, it’s in a rough part of Atlanta. And then I meet his friends and family—and they transformed before my very eyes.”
    “Transformed?”
    “Into werewolves!” she cried. “They transformed into these big furry things and Chad tells me—just before he transforms too!—that we’re going to be mated for life. And then he bites me.”
    I froze. “He bit you?”
    “Yeah.”
    She reached up and pulled down the neck of her shirt down to her shoulder. Underneath was a