Page 345 of His Hungry Wolf

“Hey,” he said still not able to look me in the eyes.

“This is ridiculous, Cory, and has to stop. So, you big spooned me all night. So what? I don’t know why you have to be so weird about this.”

“Kendall, I’m not human!” he said cutting me off.

I paused to make sure I heard what I did.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I’m not human. I’m a fae. And I know that doesn’t sound crazy to you because that wasn’t just a dream you had about me that night. It was actually me. I was in your head. I wasn’t trying to do it, but sometimes when I sleep I do things I wouldn’t do when I’m awake.

“I know about Nero and all of the wolf shifters in the town. And, I know about you. I knew before that fae doctor told you,” he said looking at me with his big puppy dog eyes.

I stared at Cory not saying a word. I was shocked. How was I supposed to respond to all of this?

“Aren’t you gonna say anything?” he asked looking terrified.

What was I doing? This was Cory. He had been there for me more than anyone has. I loved him. So, I walked up to him, threw my arms around him, and squeezed.

“I get it. I get all of it. Sometimes we do things we can’t control. I forgive you,” I told him meaning it.

“Thank you.”

I let him go and held his shoulders in my hands.

“Since you know, I guess I can tell you something else. I know what I am too. I had unknowingly cast a spell on myself and when I released it, it all came back. I know things now.”

“Like the future? Because that’s what I can see. At least I can get glimpses of it.”

I looked at Cory confused and amazed.

“I don’t think I can see the future. But I might be able to contact the dead.”

“Wow!”

“It’s all very new. Maybe I got it wrong. And it just happened so I’m still trying to work it out.”

Cory grabbed my forearm and squeezed.

“I can help you figure it out. We can do it together,” he said with a smile.

“I’d like that. Because a lot’s been going on?”

“What do you mean?”

Telling Cory everything that had happened since the last time we spoke took the rest of the day. When it became dark outside and I still hadn’t heard from Quin, I texted him.

‘Any word yet?’

‘Nothing. He didn’t attend practice. Everyone’s still looking.’

“This is insane. Where could he have gone?”

Thinking about it again, I drew a blank. All I could think about was looking down at him as he threw up at the mention that he could hurt me. How could someone be so tough, yet so sensitive?

I was barely able to fall asleep that night, but when I did, I kept dreaming of one location over and over again. It was of the lake. In one dream I was asking him why he had left me. In another, I had asked him why he would hurt himself. So, when I woke up, the first thing I did was call Quin.

“Did you hear from him?” Quin asked desperately.