Whispers at Moonrise

her. And suddenly a thought hit. “Does that mean that my mother’s supernatural?”
    “Not supernatural, just gifted,” her aunt said.
    “Like how?” Kylie asked.
    “She may be psychic. Or an empath,” her grandfather said. “It is believed that those from this tribe can distinguish supernaturals from humans—sometimes they aren’t even aware of it, but are simply drawn to them. There are more gifted humans married to supernaturals than regular humans, even though they are much less in the world population.”
    He tightened his brows and stared at Kylie’s pattern. “Your brain has developed quickly. Most chameleons aren’t able to bring forth one pattern and utilize those powers until they are in their early twenties.”
    “I may be developed, but I’m clueless. I don’t know how to do it—how to change my pattern or how to control it.”
    “Which is why you must come with us.” He frowned.
    “I can’t, but I still need to understand.” She looked up and this time she knew it was Perry. “A while back, I showed a human pattern and then I’m sending paperweights around a room and … Well, it’s not good. But maybe I developed early because I’m a protector. Or they think I am. The truth is they don’t know what to think of me.”
    Her aunt smiled. “We heard rumors that you were a protector. That is a huge honor.”
    “I guess.” Kylie wasn’t sure how any of this was going to work out.
    Her grandfather stared at her forehead again. “If you aren’t in control of it, then you must be forming patterns instinctually. Normally, it’s a learned talent that can take years to master. I would assume you needed the power of speed and intuitively you initiated the change.”
    “Speed?” Kylie asked, confused. “It wasn’t about speed. My friend kept messing up her spell and—”
    “Spell?” he asked.
    “I’m a witch right now.” Kylie said the obvious.
    “Not anymore you’re not,” he said.

 
    Chapter Twenty-three
    “You’re vampire,” her grandfather said.
    Kylie’s first impulse was denial. She couldn’t be vampire. But why would he lie? She touched her arm to check for the lack of heat. She didn’t feel cold, but if her core temperature had changed, she wouldn’t feel it. Then she remembered how hot the two of them had felt.
    Then came another realization. She’d literally flown to the cemetery after casting a net onto Perry and Lucas.
    Lucas!
    Her next breath shuddered as it went into her lungs. What would Lucas say about her new pattern? He hadn’t been exactly pleased when he thought she was a witch. If he thought she were a vampire …
    “Is something wrong, dear?” her aunt asked.
    Kylie stood frozen, trying to come to terms with being vampire. Trying to imagine, or rather, trying not to imagine how Lucas would react. Then she wondered if she’d have to start drinking blood.
    At just that thought, her mouth started watering. The tangy, ripe, sweet flavor was tattooed in her memory.
    “Dear?” her aunt asked again. “Maybe you should sit down. You look pale.”
    “Am I?” Was that another sign of vampirism? Instantly, she ran her tongue across her teeth and nearly cut her tongue on her sharp canines. Oh, crap! She was vampire!
    Even as the fear of change tumbled around inside her like tennis shoes in a dryer, she remembered how cool it had been to fly through the forest. She supposed that kind of power could be addictive. But what good was a power if you couldn’t control it? It would be like her sensitive hearing—neat to have, but if you couldn’t call upon it when you needed it, it was virtually useless.
    She didn’t want to be useless.
    “How do I control this?” Kylie asked. “Explain it to me.”
    Her grandfather sighed. “It’s not that easy. You have to train your mind. It isn’t something I can tell you how to do; it’s something that must be learned over time. It could take years. And until then, you could be a danger even to yourself.”
    “I will be okay at Shadow Falls.”
    A frown brightened his eyes. He lifted his head into the air as if to catch a scent. He made a sound, a low growl. The growl and even the way he sniffed at the air reminded her of Lucas.
    “Someone came with you.” He sounded disappointed in her.
    “They tried to follow me. I lost them, but it’s possible they’ve found me now.”
    His expression grew concerned. “Come with us. We’ll help you understand everything. You need to learn who and what