Free Moon Tortured (Sky Brooks Series Book 1) by McKenzie Hunter

like it and I need to know what it is.”
    “If you need answers, I am not the right source.”
    He watched my hands as I nervously fidgeted with the silver charm bracelet around it. “You don’t have an aversion to silver,” he acknowledged, surprised.
    I wasn’t going to play this inane game of “let’s state the obvious” with him. I exhaled loudly, glancing at him periodically before directing my attention toward the door, urging him to leave.
    “You’re not a true were-animal?”
    “Yet every full moon I turn into a wolf.”
    His gazed hardened and I felt like prey under a predator’s leering stare. Would he attack? After a few minutes, he walked over to me and stood directly in front of me. His face just inches from mine. “What are you?”
    I sighed, annoyed. “You tell me. It seems that everyone knows as much or maybe even more about me than I do. You are the one with the source who seems to have all the answers,” I spat out. “We’ve played “getting to know you” long enough. And I can assure you I am quite tired of it. It is time for you to leave,” I stated firmly, walking to the door and opening it.
    He marshaled a look of sheer defiance as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. I opened the door wider. He didn’t move.
    Leaning against the wall, I crossed my arms and waited. He kept a watchful glare on me for an excruciatingly long time. If his goal were to make me feel uncomfortable, he succeeded. He slowly came to his feet and paced the floor like a caged wild animal, watching me carefully as though I were a threat. I wished more than ever that he would just leave. His increasing agitation was making me nervous. If we were in the wild, I would be running for my life.
    “Our information is limited on what you are. You lived your life ignoring the animal within. What else dwells in you that you chose to ignore? You don’t expect me to believe you have been foolish enough to live this pseudo-human life with that woman you called mother oblivious to all things,” he breathed coldly.
    I winced. The woman I called mother ? Anger soon replaced my irritation. “That woman that I called mother was my mother by every definition of the word, despite the fact that she did not give birth to me,” I snapped, stepping closer to him. “I am so sorry to disappoint you, but yes, I lived my life with no desire to know anything more about my origin other than the fact I am a werewolf. All I knew was both my parents were dead. I only wanted to live as a human or as human this wretched wolf would allow me. I wanted nothing more than to do human things and ignore anything that made me anything but,” I paused my rant to take a well-needed deep breath to calm down, but it didn’t help. “Until I came here, I had only experienced my wolf during loss of emotional control. Every full moon, I was sedated and slept through it, locked in a cage. This is something I chose to do. And this is the way I chose to live.”
    He continued watching me attentively, unaffected by my angry outburst. “If your job is to know, wouldn’t your time be better spent trying to find out why the vampires have this newfound interest in me, instead of grilling me with questions I can’t possibly answer? The sooner we know their intentions, the faster I can get out of this house. I believe that would make us both happy.”
    After several minutes of standing in silence and glaring at each other in the worst standoff, I conceded. “Should I leave?” I asked finally.
    After intense protracted moments of silence and cold lingering glances at each other, he shook his head and left.
    Once he was out of the room, a wave of anger washed over me. I sat back on the bed and attempted to control it but it was about the consume me. My anger wasn’t solely directed at Ethan. I was angry because my mother was dead and I couldn’t save her. Life as I knew it had dramatically changed and I didn’t have a clue what to do next.
    My clash with