Whispers at Moonrise

late than never.
    “Burnett told me you saved my life,” Kylie said. “I should say thank you.”
    Fredericka’s dark black hair swung loose around her shoulders. She was at least three inches taller than Kylie, and probably outweighed her by twenty pounds. Not that Kylie was seriously frightened anymore.
    “I probably did it more for Holiday than you,” the were said.
    Probably? “I figured that,” Kylie said, “but thanks anyway.”
    Fredericka nodded and remained quiet for the next few minutes. Kylie hated the tense silence. “Did you pay blood to get Chris to match us up?”
    The were nodded. “Three pints. He said since he might get in trouble for pairing up enemies, I had to pay more.”
    “That’s a lot of blood,” Kylie said, when she couldn’t think of anything else to say. Then the thought of blood had her remembering how she’d felt when she thought she’d killed Collin Warren. Fredericka had to feel the same, didn’t she? Kylie’s gratitude suddenly grew. “I’m sorry that … you had to … ki—Do it.”
    “It was nothing.” She glanced at Kylie. “I’ve killed before.”
    Kylie couldn’t swear on it, but something told her that if she’d been able to hear the girl’s heartbeat, it would have told a different story.
    “It still can’t be easy,” Kylie said.
    “I’m over it,” she snapped, but her tone said she wasn’t.
    And I’m still sorry.
    More silence hung in the air. Fredericka finally spoke again. “You were wrong to sic your skunk on me.”
    “I didn’t sic him on you,” Kylie said, being honest. “You attacked him.”
    “It still wasn’t nice,” she said, and growled.
    “Neither was putting a lion in my room.” There, Kylie had thrown that bone out for them to chew on.
    “I guess so.” Fredericka looked away, but not quick enough.
    Kylie saw the truth. “You didn’t do it.” She shook her head. “Why did you lie and say you did?”
    She didn’t answer for a long time. “I heard rumors that you thought I did it. I figured, why not let you believe it? I didn’t like you.”
    “And now?” Kylie asked, still wondering why the were had paid three pints of blood to have an hour with her.
    “Still don’t like you,” she said matter-of-factly. “But after I saw what you did for Holiday, I don’t hate you as much.”
    “Well, there’s a compliment I’ll savor,” Kylie said, letting a little humor slip into her voice. Fredericka didn’t respond.
    They arrived at the lake, and the girl stood there and looked out at the water. “I love Lucas,” she confessed.
    Kylie inhaled and tried to figure out how to play her cards now. Honesty seemed the only way. “So do I.”
    The were looked at Kylie, anguish filling the girl’s eyes. “I know. That’s why I wanted to talk to you. While I don’t like you, I like her even less. And at least I know he cares about you. Even before you showed up here, he’d mentioned you to me. I was jealous of you even then.”
    Kylie shook her head, trying to play catch-up with Fredericka’s conversation. “I’m not following you.”
    “I’m talking about Monique. I know he’s told you that he can get out of it. But I’m not sure he can. I don’t think you should let him do it.”
    “I’m still not following you,” Kylie said, but she already had a feeling she didn’t like what Fredericka had to say.
    Fredericka just stared. “Shit. He didn’t tell you? He said he did and you understood. That damn dog lied to me.”
    Frustration welled up inside Kylie. “Lied about what?”
    “Lucas’s betrothal ceremony is tonight.”
    Fredericka’s words bounced around Kylie’s head. “His what? He’s … getting married?”
    “Engaged, but with weres when you get betrothed, it’s written in stone. He thinks he can get out of it, but I don’t buy it. You don’t just change your mind. And she’s a complete bitch. If he goes through with this, he’ll be stuck with her for the rest of his life.”
    “No!” Denial shot through Kylie and anger welled up inside her. “You’re lying. You just want to start trouble. You’ll do anything to break Lucas and me up.”
    “You bitch.” Fredericka growled. “I’m trying to help and this is what I get? Yes, I’ve tried everything to break you up. It didn’t work. But I’m not lying.” She pulled an envelope from her pocket. A small envelope, like an invitation. “If you don’t believe me, go see for yourself.” She stepped away, and then turned