57. Henri
Chapter 57
Henri
TEN YEARS AGO
“You’re going into heat,” the upperclassman whispers to me.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I try to back away from him, but my back meets the school’s brick wall.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” He shakes his head. “Who are your parents?”
I return the gesture, matching his shaking. “Paulina and Frank Greene.”
“They’re not pack.” His brow furrows.
“I don’t know what that means.” I keep watching him watch me, growing increasingly uncomfortable.
My stomach hurts again. I should have known it would be too good to be true to never get periods.
His eyes change to the funny gold mine do before the world changes and I shift into my wolf.
“You.” I point to his eyes. “How did you do that?”
“Who are you?” He shakes his head. “We don’t have time. You’re about to go into full-on heat in the middle of the fucking school day.”
He pulls his phone out of his pocket. The late bell rings, and Mr. Olson, the senior history teacher, sticks his head out into the hallway. “Excuse me. Miss Greene. Mr. Tucker. You’re late.”
“Just calling my dad, we’ve a small problem.” The upperclassman, apparently Mr. Tucker, waves him off.
“Ah, I assumed it was me just... smelling things.” Mr. Olson closes the door to his classroom.
“Come on, Miss Greene.” Mr. Tucker leads me down the hallway and tucks his phone into his pocket.
“I have to get to class,” I argue, trying to step around him.
Help, he can help. The little voice in my head tells me.
“You can’t go to class. You’ve been having symptoms all week. I thought by now you’d have opted to stay home.” He growls, actually growls. It’s a low rumbling in his chest. “I don’t understand how you thought it was okay to come to school when you’re literally going into heat today. It’s like you’re trying to get attacked.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What is heat? Why would I be attacked?” I keep my words down, trying to talk fast. “I’m not feeling well. It’s not the end of the world.”
He looks at me and stops walking. “You know you’re a wolf, right?”
My blood runs cold. How could he know that?
Because he’s one of us, the voice in my head whispers.