WHAT I AM NOW
VERA
Drake’s hands were warm on my bare shoulders.
I was sitting on the edge of his bed wrapped in a sheet that smelled like him, knees drawn up to my chest, and he was crouched in front of me like I was something breakable. Like I might shatter if he moved too fast.
Maybe he was right.
“Ask me anything,” he said. “Whatever you want to know. No more secrets.”
I had about a thousand questions and couldn’t pick one. They kept piling up behind my teeth and jamming.
I started with the smallest one.
“That wolf I saw on campus outside my lecture hall window.”
He didn’t look away. “That’s me.”
“And the one in the woods on the way to my dorm.”
“Me.”
I closed my eyes. When I opened them again he was still there, watching me with those winter-gray ey
