butt, still gauging me, still keeping a distance. But when he spoke in his typical yip-growl-yowl way, I understood him. Iâd had him since he was a pup, and my dad had prepared me to take care of Chaplin just as well as he took care of us.
Youâve been bleeding, he said, barking out the sounds in low tones.
The vampires didnât seem to be listening, so I didnât do Chaplin the disservice of barring the truth.
Iâd done enough lying in my life.
âI was with Gabriel,â I said, touching my neck where the small wound had healed already.
Chaplin looked away.
âYou disapprove?â I asked.
I had hoped you would learn to stay away from him, especially after your confrontation with 562.
âFunny. That wasnât your point of view in the Badlands, when you wanted him round, and when he promised to come with me here to the hubs for a were-cure we never discovered.â
It wasnât because I wanted him with you, Mariah. Both times were a part ofâ
âBigger plans. I know.â
And those bigger plans had unintentionally ended up bringing out the wildness in me. For a while, me and Gabriel had gotten that under control, though, with the way heâd been able to give me the peace with his mind powers. Yet after Gabriel found out that I hadnât merely killed Stampâs men out in the Badlands, but Iâd also brought about the death of the beloved woman heâd come out west to track down, heâd resented me too much for the peace to work anymore.
Our link had been contaminated by my actions, even if Iâd killed Abby, a fellow werewolf, only because sheâd challenged me to the death.
âChaplin,â I said, wishing I could put my hand on him, feel that comforting fur once again. âDonât worry about me and Gabriel. Weâre going to find a way, just like we did before. Just like we all have.â
My dog shook his head. Gabrielâs a Red who still believes that heâs got a human inside him somewhere. But all vampires are that way at first, Mariah. At least, thatâs what the old ones keep telling me.
I couldnât say anything to that. But I could hope that Gabriel wouldnât be like the rest, couldnât I?
If anyone could save Gabriel from that fate, maybe I could, because I was special nowâI had something no other monster had, thanks to 562. I just had to figure out how to use these new powers to our benefit.
Chaplin mustâve read my expression. As much as I love Gabriel, you feed each otherâs bloodlust, and you know it.
I shook my head, ready to argue, but he interrupted.
NoâI saw that look on your face when you came in here. Iâve spent years seeing that look, Mariah, talking you through it, hoping it would go away for good one day. And Iâve seen it only get worse. Chaplin stood and started to circle me. Youâve been thinking about the bad men who made you into a monster again. I used to understand why you couldnât forget about them, but now . . .
âNow that 562 directly exchanged with me, even a little, youâre afraid Iâm going to take advantage of what I might be able to do to men like them.â
Isnât that why you took 562âs blood?
I shut my mouth, and that was as good as a yes . I wouldnât lie.
Mariah, he said with a whine that crumbled me into what felt like little pieces.
I tentatively reached out, put my hand on his neck. He stiffened, but I didnât want to let go.
âHavenât you ever thought about it, Chap? Donât you remember the sight of Mom and Serg after the bad guys got through with them?â
I remember.
âA few of them escaped when my dad opened fire. If I could do anything to those guys, Iâdââ
Donât say it. Donât think it. Weâve got a chance to live a new life with this revolution. The tide is turning against the humans. Donât do anything to turn it back.
His words
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