Alice couldn't breathe.
Couldn't think.
Couldn't process what was happening.
Jake's eyes were still glowing.
Actually glowing.
Gold.
Not contacts.
Not a trick.
Not some weird reflection.
Gold.
Her legs moved before her brain caught up.
One step back.
Then another.
Then another.
"Alice—"
"No."
Jake stopped immediately.
The hurt in his eyes almost made her feel guilty.
Almost.
"No?" he repeated quietly.
"You don't get to say my name like everything is normal!"
Her voice cracked.
Because nothing was normal.
Nothing.
Alice looked at her grandmother.
Then back at Jake.
Then back at her grandmother.
"So... let me get this straight."
No one spoke.
"Werewolves are real?"
Silence.
"Mythology is real?"
Silence.
"Wolves attacked me."
Silence.
Jake winced.
"Oh my Go
