But I shook my head. “It’s been a long day, Steven,” I said, rather coldly. “I’ll call you when things settle down a bit.” Inside I was crumbling, but outwardly I forced myself to appear resolute. “Thank you again, for everything.”
And in my head, I thought to myself, I’ll be eternally grateful.
Again, he started to speak, but then caught himself, simply nodding as he left the room and then my life. Though what that word, life, meant any more was beyond me, beyond any of us, for that matter.
Lothar still held my hand, but more for support now, which I sorely needed right about then. Still, it was Blake who spoke up next. “That question you asked me on the boat, about how long a werewolf like me would live.”
I shrugged. “It was just a question.”
He sighed and headed in the direction of
