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screw up, you die. Hell, I already had increased healing ability, and the change still almost killed me. You’re just human.” Amber looked just as pained as she always did when we talked about this.
    “Don’t remind me.” Personally I was over being just a human.
    “Turning you into a werewolf…now there’s a more realistic option. And we happen to have such a wolf along with us.” She waggled her brows with the last part.
    “Craig? He’d turn me? I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that.”
    “If you are looking for comfortable, you shouldn’t change at all. You think this is some sort of happy shindig you get after you sip a bit of blood? Let me tell you something. Changing into a wolf hurts. The magic coursing through our bodies during a change is freeing and wonderful, but our bones break and reform every time we do it.” Amber emphasized her point by making horrible snapping and cracking sounds with a breaking motion. Subtle. “We heal fast, sure, but the crunch can still make my eyes cross if I’m not ready.”
    “You said it’s easier after you do it a few times.” My voice wasn’t as strong after the sound effects. The eye-crossing pain wasn’t the route I had expected her to go.
    I had my arguments in place for the karma bit, and the self-preservation angle to combat my possible loss of witchy powers. No one had seen a spell-casting wolf before, and they weren’t sure where that would leave me. Apparently, the pain was guaranteed. Damn her knowing me so well. I wasn’t real good with pain.
    The night of her change Amber had needed my blood. I had just found out that vampires weren’t only on my paranormal romance shelf in my bookcase, and then I was told I had to let my best friend chew on me. Amber hadn’t even been conscious when Jake’s sister grabbed the back of my neck and cut me open with her fingernail. She pushed me over the top of a shriveled corpse and held me thereby the back of my neck. I opened my mouth to scream, but then Amber’s fangs bit me. I was running on adrenaline and it still hurt like crazy. Amber just poked a couple holes in my neck and arm. Broken bones? Um, ouch.
    “Does it get easier? Yeah. But it’s more about getting used to the pain, not of it hurting less. You cried when you stubbed your toe on a chair post in stats class.” Amber shoveled a handful of those delicious chocolate pretzels into her mouth. She looked at me sideways as she licked her fingers. “Since you were listening anyway, you know the guys think your psychic gift is the key to us figuring this whole mess out. Shelly thought so too. At this point in my life I am a firm believer of fate. Didn’t you ever wonder why you were drawn to me in the first place?”
    Amber kept popping the pretzels like they were popcorn. She probably didn’t even taste them. I had to take one, just to savor it with my human taste buds for her. It was out of respect for the chocolate.
    “It wasn’t fate. You were purple. I just thought it was really cool.” I was just going to leave it at that, but she did the creepy stock-still thing again.
    “What do you mean I was purple?”
    “Oh…right. We haven’t really talked about the colors thing yet. I think Craig mentioned it, but you had your tongue down Jake’s throat at the time. Never mind. Are you going to eat those?” Well it wasn’t like I was keeping it from her. In the midst of running from blood-thirsty vampires, pun totally intended, it never came up in conversation. I felt like I was at the kid table most of the time, and the grownups were always talking about more important things.
    “What the hell are you talking about? You know you should be telling me everything that’s going on. We are in this together and…okay.” My eyes must have betrayed my annoyance, because Amber backpedaled. “Don’t give me that look. I get it. Flow of info should go both ways.”
    I popped another pretzel in my mouth and nodded. This was one of those