I stare down at Ellen’s hand, outstretched, reaching for me. Then I think about the man asleep upstairs. The one I just told I loved.
I can’t leave either one of them. To lose one is to lose a part of myself.
“I want to meet with more of the Lycans.” I say. “So far, the only one I’ve spoken to is you, and I’m sorry, but I don’t know you. How can I be sure that you’re not lying to me?”
I’ve spent enough time around the werewolves to know not to trust anyone. I’m not sure if the Lycans are any different, but I need to be sure.
“I can arrange that.” Ellen says, sounding pleased with my answer. “What you ask for is reasonable. I will contact them and set up a meeting. Wait for my message.”
“Tell them I want to find a solution.” I say firmly and Ellen inhales sharply. “Like you said
