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

feel him become tense. How was I supposed to put this?
    "So, you know your mom?" Yeah, I didn't sound stupid at all. "And my dad? Well, I mean it might be a massive coincidence, but I'm fairly sure it was them…"
    His eyes began to glow. "What are you trying to say, Lucy?"
    "Relax, we're not like secret siblings or anything. But there's this book that I found. I'd show you but I left it in my backpack, out in the snow. It's a book on werewolves, facts and sciencey stuff. They wrote it together."
    I wasn't sure if Sam fully grasped what I was saying, what it meant in terms of his own past and mine. It meant that on the night Sam had first turned, the night his family had died, the night he had disappeared, his mother had known that was a possibility. That the lives we thought we'd lived at children were lies. Our parents weren't who we thought they were. I didn't know if Sam grasped any of that, because within the blink of an eye, he had transformed.
    He wasn't a full wolf. He still retained his human form, just with added wolfy bits, like fur and claws and teeth. And wow, those claws and teeth were scary enough when they weren't bigger than me. He growled, so deep and low that it made my tissue box bed rumble like an earthquake.
    "Hey, Sam? Buddy?"
    But Human-Sam had left the building. His nose switched as he sniffed in my direction. Oh man, to the wolfy part of Sam's brain, I probably smelled tasty like a bunny. Talk about an extreme reaction to bad news. It wasn't even particularly bad news, just new information, really, but I supposed if you believed you'd murdered your whole family, no news was good news.
    "Let's think this through rationally," I said to him. "We were having a conversation, remember? Everything is fine and we're all good and safe, and we're just having a bit of a chit-chat."
    He growled. Yeah, logics did not work on the wolf. Logics seemed to annoy the wolf.
    He lunged for me, swiping his arm out and knocking my tissue bed. Luckily, I didn't go flying off the nightstand and end up a crumpled heap on the stone floor. I fell out of the tissue box in the other direction, rolling until the bed lamp stopped my momentum. Sam's face was right beside me, so close I could see every detail. I stayed as still as I could, not breathing. I knew his wolfy senses would find me, but maybe I could use that to my advantage. He wasn't thinking like a human. The drawer of the nightstand was open, just a crack, but if I could just get in it, I didn't think he'd be able to get the drawer open to crunch on my bones.
    With all my might, I pushed my tissue box bed and it clattered off the night stand and onto the floor. While Sam was distracted by it, I dove for the drawer.
    The drawer was dark and I couldn't see out of it enough to know if Sam had seen where I'd gone. I had no clue where he was or if I was safe. I crouched in the darkness, staring up at the thin sliver of light as I listened and waited. There was some thumping and sounds like things being knocked over but maybe Sam was just clumsy as a wolf. Eventually, I relaxed. If he hadn't found me, maybe he'd given up looking, or forgotten, or fallen asleep. I sighed and tried to make myself comfortable. It was a little difficult — I didn't know what Sam kept in the drawer of his nightstand but figured it was probably personal stuff and I didn't want to invade his privacy by going through it. Before I could settle in too much, the drawer was pulled open and cold blue eyes stared down at me. It seemed to have become a recurring pattern.
    "What are you doing in there?" Tennyson Wilde asked. "Where is Sam? What have you done?"
    I didn't answer him. I thought the answer was fairly obvious and I didn't even have enhanced senses.
    "You upset him again?" He huffed. "Why do you have to be an endless source of trouble?"
    "Oi!" I got to my feet and waved my fist at him angrily. "Don't victim blame me, you big giant jerk! I'm the one who keeps getting attacked, and cursed, and