The second I stepped out onto the back porch, all four of my wolves turned and looked at me, their eyes wide and glowing in the darkness. They shook their heads and gestured back at the door, trying to get me to go inside.“It’s okay,” I said. “I’m awake. I know what I’m doing.”

It had been a couple of days since I’d been in this part of the forest, but the flowers were everywhere. They seemed to be getting out of control. I wondered if, now that I was aware of what I was and some of the other things I could do, it would be possible to call them off somehow. I loved them, but I didn’t want them to strangle out the rest of the plant life.

 “Hi, Harlow,” Ben said as Sam straightened from kissing me and headed upstairs. I reminded myself that it had just been a kiss on the forehead, not on the mouth, no reason to panic, no reason for Ben to be mad.He didn’t look mad, thoug

Spending the rest of the day kissing Ben seemed like a good idea, but I had more questions. Some, I was hoping he would answer for me. Others, he’d already deferred to my grandma. It was time she started giving me some solid answers, especially when it came to my father. If she didn’t Mom had better. It was clear to me now that the story we’d been told about how Dad had died wasn’t true. It was clear a lot of stories we’d been told weren’t ture.

I didn’t see the point in asking Ben to come into the house with me. It was enough that he’d spent so much time answering my questions and then walked me home. Now, I needed to speak to my grandmother. It was time that the rest of the story was told, and since my grandma and mom were the ones that knew first hand what had happened to my dad and to Grandma herself, Ben was right in suggesting I ask them for the rest of the story.