Whispers at Moonrise

back. “Just make sure you keep your were pattern on, or someone will rip your heart out before they ask questions.”
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    Kylie didn’t want to believe Fredericka. More than anything in the world, Kylie wanted this to be just another one of the were’s tricks to come between her and Lucas. Yet the girl was right about one thing: Kylie had to see it for herself.
    The ceremony was taking place at another state park around five miles from there. As a were, Kylie could make that run fairly quickly. All day, she considered whether or not to tell Holiday and Burnett, but decided she’d rather ask for forgiveness than for permission. And speaking of forgiveness … She swore if Fredericka was lying, she’d never forgive her, never trust her again.
    But if she wasn’t lying … Kylie wasn’t sure she’d ever forgive Lucas.
    The ceremony was supposedly happening at midnight. Which made it easy to get away.
    Kylie tiptoed out of her room. Della yanked open her bedroom door.
    Easier to get away, but not easy .
    “Where are you going?” Della snapped, her gaze moving up and down on Kylie. “And all dressed up?”
    Kylie didn’t know what one was supposed to wear to a betrothal, but her black dress and low black pumps would have to do.
    “I need to go somewhere,” Kylie said, stating the vague truth. She hadn’t told Della or Miranda about this. At first, Kylie thought it was because it just hurt too much. Then she thought it was because they’d try to talk her out of going. Right now, she realized it was because she was worried they might say, “I told you so.”
    They hadn’t been pro-Lucas lately.
    Not that Kylie totally believed it yet. But she obviously believed it enough to sneak out of Shadow Falls to find out. But how could she not be suspicious? Lucas never told her anything. And damn, that hurt.
    “You’re meeting your grandfather?” Della asked, studying Kylie with suspicion.
    “No,” Kylie said.
    Della frowned. “You’ve been acting weird since you walked off with Fredericka.”
    “I need to go,” Kylie said.
    “I’ll come with you.”
    “No,” Kylie pleaded. She needed to do this alone.
    Della’s chest puffed out. “Then tell me where you’re going.”
    “You’re not my shadow anymore,” Kylie countered.
    Della’s scowled. “No, I’m your friend.”
    The honest emotion in Della’s voice pulled at Kylie’s heart. “Look, I’m going to try to meet up with Lucas.” It was the truth—or a form of it.
    “I thought you hadn’t heard from him,” Della said.
    “Fredericka told me where he was.”
    Della made a face. “You trust her wolf ass?”
    “Not really,” Kylie said. “But I’m going anyway, and as your friend, I’m asking you not to stand in my way.”
    “I don’t like it,” Della said.
    Kylie paused in thought, trying to find a way to get Della to understand. “I don’t like that you’re doing work for the FRU, but I respect your wishes.”
    Della frowned. “But I’m not doing it alone.”
    Yeah, Della was going with Steve, not that she was thrilled with it, but that wasn’t the point. Convincing Della to let Kylie go was what mattered. Right or wrong, finding out the truth about Lucas once and for all felt crucial. She had admitted to loving him; now she needed to know if she’d given her heart away foolishly.
    It took some time, but Della backed down.
    And ten minutes later, when Kylie jumped over the fence leaving Shadow Falls property, she knew Burnett might come running. It was another chance she took. However, since she suspected that several of the weres might be attending the ceremony—if there really was a ceremony—she hoped Burnett would assume she was one of them. Then again, she was one of them, she reminded herself.
    As Kylie ran, she felt an odd kind of power flow through her. Different than the strength that came with being vampire. The way her limbs moved seemed less human. The power of a wolf, she supposed.
    Her chest tightened, remembering Lucas telling her how he wanted to run with her as a wolf. Please, please let Fredericka be wrong.
    Trying not to break all her promises to Burnett, Kylie avoided the woods whenever possible. But as she drew near the park, she wasn’t going to have any other option. As she moved in a lithe run, her gaze kept shifting to the moon. She felt it calling her, like water to a person left in the sun too long.
    When she entered the line of trees, the darkness grew blacker. The moon was