Free The Tiny Curse (Werewolf High Book 2) by Anita Oh

to his room.
    "You're not shoving me in a shoebox with just some holes in the top," I said. "I remember those crickets you caught and their untimely demise."
    He placed me carefully on his pillow and then moved across the room to look through his drawers.
    His room was so different to the last time I'd been there. Last time, Sam had been having some emotional problems and the room was a wreck. It had been put back together now, and although it was simple, I found it really nice, comfortingly Sam. The stone walls were bare, with a big bed in the middle of the room and a window seat full of cushions opposite the door. There was a desk and a bookcase and some cupboards, and a blue rug on the floor.
    "Hopefully the spell won't last very long," he said. "But without knowing anything about who cast it or why, it's impossible to tell. We should probably be prepared for the worst."
    "The worst being that I stay tiny?"
    "You know you'll get sick of it after a while."
    He came back over to the bed with a box of tissues that he'd fashioned into a sort of bed and placed it on the nightstand. Even though I'd seemed to have done nothing but sleep all day, when I saw it, I realized I was still super tired.
    "We'll get some proper things for you tomorrow," he said. "Unless you get big again overnight."
    I doubted it. Last time, the spell had just gotten worse and worse before I'd put a stop to it. I had no energy to think about it though, no energy to try to figure out who had done this to me and why and how I would stop it.
    I was almost asleep when Sam spoke again.
    "I'm sorry this happened to you," he said, so quietly I was sure I wasn't supposed to hear. I almost pretended that I didn't. I was sleepy and conversations like that made me uncomfortable. Still, I couldn't have him walking around thinking this was his fault, he already carried too much guilt for things he hadn't been to blame for.
    I propped myself up on my elbow and peeked out over the side of my tissue bed.
    "Why are you apologizing?" I asked him. "How have you possibly twisted this up in your brain to make yourself responsible?"
    He turned to face me, his eyes bright in the darkness and so, so huge. I could probably drown in them for real, though that would be disgusting for me and painful for him.
    "You don't think it strange that all this magic stuff started happening to you after I came back into your life? You don't think there's some connection?"
    "You aren't the only werewolf at this school," I said. "I'm more inclined to blame Tennyson Wilde. Or, you know, the person actually behind all this. It wasn't a werewolf who put this curse on me."
    He shook his head. "But why are you always in the middle of it? It only makes sense that it's because you're linked to me."
    My face grew warm at him saying that we were linked. I felt that way too, of course, but I never knew what he was thinking anymore. Sometimes it seemed as if he'd forgotten all about me, that he'd moved on. I felt like I was stuck in the past, standing still and watching as he walked away from me, growing smaller in the distance. But if we were linked, no matter how far away he walked, he could always find his way back.
    "I mean, it's not as if you have any other ties to the supernatural community."
    He said it as if the very idea was absurd, but his words made an alarm bell chime in my head. I did have other ties. So did he. I'd never told him about the book I'd found in the library. The book on werewolves, which had been co-written by my father and his mother. I should tell him now. It was the perfect moment. But the words sat at the base of my throat, hovering and reluctant to pop out. Any mention of the past, of his family, was like a trigger for Sam. He did seem to be doing better lately though, even Tennyson Wilde had said so. Maybe it would be okay.  I took a deep breath and kept my eyes fixed to a spot on the wall.
    "So, about that, that's not exactly true…"
    Sam didn't move, but I could somehow