Dangerous Love (Moon Light Wolves Book 2)

by Jasmine B. Waters

  My mom was white in the face when she hung up the phone.

  “Elizabeth, there has to be something else wrong here,” she said sternly. “You can tell me. They didn’t provide much information.”

  I shook my head. “No,” I said. “I swear, I was just walking in the snow, and they picked me up.”

  My mom’s shoulders sagged. Fresh tears glinted in her eyes, and she shook her head.

  “I don’t know what’s going on,” Mom said slowly, “but try and stay out of trouble, okay?”

  I nodded. “Okay.” I swallowed and bobbed my head again, once more, for emphasis.

  Aidan came downstairs, clutching his backpack. When he saw me, his eyes got wide.

  “Holy crap you were gone all night!”

  “Yeah,” I said miserably. “I was at the police station all night. They picked me up because I missed curfew.”

  Aidan’s eyes got even wider. “Whoa,” he said. “Cool!”

  “No,” I said sharply, pushing past him and running up the stairs. “Definitely not cool.”

  ---

  I was gladder than anything that school was out for winter break. Aidan was at some kind of all-day sports clinic, and obviously, Mom and Dad had to work. I was grateful for the time alone. Besides, I was in no mood to go sit for eight hours and listen to teachers drone on about things that mattered significantly less than real life. I know it sounds dramatic – all teenagers think their personal shit is more important than learning about the French Revolution and laissez faire economics. But right now, I couldn’t think of a single thing more important than saving the town I’d grown up in from absolute madness.

  After a long shower, I spent the day in bed, napping fitfully. I kept waking up hot and sweaty, twisted in my sheets. My wrists still throbbed, and I wondered if, at this point, the pain was purely imagined.

  Thankfully, at least, I didn’t dream. When I woke up for the last time, it was after four. The house was still silent, and I yawned and stretched before reaching for my phone and texting Monica. Honestly, I was surprised to hear back from her. Despite our conversation this morning, part of me wondered if she was planning to take off again, maybe this time for good.

  ‘Not that I could blame her,’ I thought darkly as I pressed ‘send.’ ‘I don’t blame her for wanting to get away from here. The whole fucking town has gone insane.’

  A loud knocking at the door made me jump. I pulled on my bathrobe and ran downstairs, half expecting to see Steven, or even Monica. When I opened the door and saw an official from the church as well as a cop, I almost screamed.

  “Hello,” the cop said. He glanced down at his clipboard. “Are you Elizabeth Hartsell?”

  I swallowed in fear. “Yeah,” I said. I crossed my arms over my chest. “Why? What’s going on?”

  The cop exchanged a glance with the church official. It wasn’t someone I’d met before, but he looked intimidating in long, white robes with a white collar at his throat.

  “You’ve been reported,” the cop said. “By an…Aidan?”

  My stomach plummeted to the ground. “Aidan?” I narrowed my eyes in disbelief. “That’s my brother,” I said quickly. “I can’t believe he would’ve done something like that.”

  “You’ve been reported for having inappropriate relations,” the church official said. He leered at me, leaning in close. “And we need to speak with your parents.”

  “They’re not home,” I said quickly. My mind was racing, and my palms were sweating. If they tried to take me back to jail, I had no idea what to do. Mom wouldn’t be home for hours, and if Aidan really had reported me, I couldn’t trust anyone in my own family.

  “May we wait for them?”

  “No,” I said quickly. I slammed the door in their faces. “Go away!” I yelled loudly.

  I locked the door and pushed the deadbolt through the bar before running into the kitchen and making sure all of the windows were latched. Thankfully, every room in the house was secured. But now that fear had struck again, I couldn’t calm down. I was sweating and panicking, and my heart was blipping fast in my chest, as if I’d just run a long marathon.

  I shuddered. I could still hear the cop and the church guy talking outside the door in low tones. When I pressed my ear to the door, I couldn’t hear anything above murmurs. ‘Go away,’ I begged silently. ‘Please, just leave me alone and forget all about me!’

  After what felt like an eternity, I heard footsteps fading away. Sickened with relief, I slunk into the kitchen and sat at the table, staring dully at my phone. Angry, confused thoughts were swirling around in my head. Why had Aidan, my own brother, reported me to the cops? And for what? I hadn’t done anything wrong. If anything, they were the ones who owed me an explanation.

  The sound of another knock at the door made me jump out of my skin, and for a moment, I wanted to run upstairs and throw myself into bed.

  “Elizabeth, it’s me,” Monica called loudly. She knocked again, her tiny fist gently pounding on the door. “Come on, let me in!”

  I raced up from the chair and sped into the foyer, unlocked the door, and pulled Monica inside. When she looked at me, her brown eyes went wide with alarm.

  “What happened to you?” Monica asked quickly. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something!”

  I shuddered. “Another cop came by with someone from the church,” I said quickly. “He said that Aidan reported me…I don’t know! Some shit about ‘inappropriate relations!’ Do you even know what that means?”

  Monica wrinkled her nose. “It means sex,” she said bluntly. “I bet he got an incentive to do that.”

  Now it was my turn to stare in disbelief. “What? What the hell does that even mean?”

  Monica sighed. She walked into the living room and flopped down in my dad’s armchair. She was so light that even when she leaned against the back, the foot rest didn’t pop up.

  “I heard something about the younger kids getting bribes if they ratted people out for bad behavior,” Monica said. She grimaced. “It’s like Nazi Germany or something.”

  I shivered. “Yeah,” I said slowly. “This is unbelievable.”

  Monica nodded. We fell into silence. For a few moments, the only thing I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears.

  “I wish I could do something to help,” I said softly. “Like, maybe I could…” I bit my lip, feeling incredulous. In the span of just a few days, I’d gone from hardcore skeptic to someone who actually believed in witches.

  Monica raised an eyebrow. “Don a cape and save the world?”

  I snickered. “No,” I said. Unfortunately, she’d hit closer to the truth than I was really willing to acknowledge.

  “Then what?” Monica turned to me.

  “I don’t know,” I said, feeling helpless. I swallowed. “I know it sounds crazy, but…” I trailed off. “I believe you now. I believe all of that stuff about witches and power.” Tears filled my eyes. “I feel insane,” I added softly. “I feel like this is a crazy, stupid dream, and we’re never going to wake up.”

  Monica sighed. “I know what you mean,” she said heavily. “If you’d told me about this months ago, I never would have believed you.”

  I nodded.

  “My parents, you know, they’re being controlled,” Monica said thinly. She laughed, but it wasn’t a happy sound. “This witch – well, he’s a warlock actually – is really powerful. He’s been the one controlling them, ever since before I disappeared for the first time.”

  My eyes widened. “You’re kidding.”

  Monica shook her head and gave me a bitter smile. “No,” she said. “I wish.”

  “Have you…” I felt ludicrous even saying the words aloud, but I knew I had to ask. “Have you, you know, tried to counter that?”

  Monica’s thin shoulders slumped, and she nodded miserably. “Yeah,” she said. “But he’s too strong. He’s much more powerful than I am.”

  “How many
of you are there?”

  Monica bit her lip. “A few,” she said. She counted on her fingers. “Thirteen,” she said finally. “At least, now. Henrik and Ligeia told me that years ago, when people were less skeptical, they had many more members.”

  I stared at her. I couldn’t believe she was talking so candidly about this. We were having a cool, collected conversation – almost like we were talking about the news, or the weather.

  “What do you have to do to join?”

  Monica eyed me. “Don’t, Elizabeth,” she said. “It’s not worth it.”

  I frowned. “How can you say that? You’re doing something. You’re actually helping!

  “I don’t know what I’m doing,” Monica exclaimed. “I had no idea about any of this until a few months ago!”

  “Please,” I begged. “Please, talk to them and let me join. Let me help you. I want to help.”

  Monica sighed. “I don’t think that’s going to work.”

  “Why not?”

  “Just because.”

  “Come on,” I demanded. “At least give me one reason!”

  Monica shook her head. She shut her lips together in a tight, white line. “No,” she said softly. “I can’t.”

  “Why not?” I demanded. “Ten minutes before you got here, some cop showed up and he wanted to take me away again! Are you going to let this happen? You can’t just waltz into the police station and save everyone in town!”

  Monica looked hurt. “Of course, I’ll always help you,” she said quietly. “You’re my best friend.”

  “So, let me help you,” I begged. “Please, Monica, I’ll do anything.”

  Monica sighed and shook her head. “No,” she said softly.

  “Please?” I stared at my best friend, pleading with my eyes. “Please,” I repeated.

  “Stay out of this,” Monica hissed. She glared at me. “I told you, no!”

  Chapter Nine

  For a week or so, everything was quiet. The holidays came and went with none of their usual cheer. I wasn’t speaking to Aidan, and even though Mom tried to get me to forgive him on more than one occasion (“he’s your brother, honey! He didn’t know any better!”), I wasn’t going to automatically give him a pass.

  Kids disappeared for a day, then reappeared with red marks on their wrists and a haunted look in their eyes. I tried talking to Monica a few more times about what it would take for me to join her coven, but she shut me out of the conversation each time. I didn’t understand why she was so angry; I felt almost hurt. When I’d first had the idea, I thought that I’d be helping her out.

  After Christmas had passed, my parents took Aidan out of town for the day to see my grandparents down in Boston. Mom asked me if I wanted to come, and for a moment, I almost said yes. ‘Yes, I want to get out of Jaffrey. Yes, I want to get away from here.’ But I had the sinking feeling that as soon as I left, things would get even worse. I didn’t want to come home to watch my town burning.

  It was odd. After everything that had happened in Jaffrey, I should’ve hated it here. I should’ve wanted to get away for the rest of my life, however long that may be. But in spite of all the creepy and crazy shit going on around town, I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stick it out and survive.

  I settled in for a long, lazy day of watching movies and eating popcorn on the couch, but my parents hadn’t even been gone for an hour when my phone buzzed.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, it’s me,” Steven said. “You busy?”

  “No.”

  “You wanna come over?”

  My stomach flip-flopped. “Are you home alone?”

  I could practically hear the grin in Steven’s voice. “Yeah,” he said. “Mom and Dad took Andrea out for the day. She’s getting a new cast on her leg, and then they’re going to dinner to celebrate.”

  ‘Bully for her,’ I thought. “Oh.”

  “Yeah,” Steven said. “They just left. They’re not gonna be home for hours. You wanna come over and watch a movie?”

  I thought about it. Steven had been distant lately. After the whole episode we’d had at his house with Andrea, I wondered if he’d totally lost interest in me. The thing was, I wasn’t actually sure if I wanted to go. I was comfy on the couch, and outside was a cold mess of ice and snow. But I wondered: if I said no, would Steven totally lose interest in me? Was this the kind of thing I was going to have to do if I wanted a boyfriend?

  “Okay,” I said, swallowing. “I’ll be over in a little bit. I’m just going to shower and change.”

  Upstairs, I took a quick shower, then pulled on a light sweater and jeans. After a second thought, I traded the sweater for a tight-fitting Henley shirt that showed more of my body. I felt ridiculous – it was freezing outside – but I kept it on anyway.

  The walk to Steven’s was full of slush and ice, and I slipped multiple times, nearly falling. By the time I got there, I had my jacket unzipped, and I was carrying my hat – walking through the snow is hot work. Steven was standing on the porch, his hands wrapped around a steaming mug.

  “I made hot toddies,” Steven said. He grinned. “You want?” He held the steaming mug toward me, and I sniffed cautiously, making a face.

  “That smells terrible,” I said.

  Steven leaned in close and sniffed my neck. “You smell good, though,” he said. He grinned at me, and I blushed. For a moment, things felt almost normal again. “Come on,” Steven added. “Let’s go in.”

  It felt nice – and almost a little strange – to be alone in the D’Amicos house with Steven. Despite her lack of physical presence, Andrea lingered in every room. I shivered as Steven led me into the living room. He sat down in the middle of the couch, and after a moment, I sat next to him.

  My heart skipped a beat as Steven wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close.

  “I missed you,” Steven said. He nuzzled my neck, and a shiver ran down my spine. “I really like you, Elizabeth.”

  I pushed all other thoughts out of my head as Steven lifted my chin with two fingers and brought my mouth to his. When our lips met, I tried to remember to breathe out my nose as Steven slipped his tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and Steven guided me down on the couch.

  “Hey,” I whispered, “you have a bedroom?” I blushed hotly. “I feel kind of weird doing this in your living room.”

  Steven nipped at my neck, and I cried out. “Yeah,” he murmured, his hot breath tickling my skin. “But my room doesn’t have a TV.”

  I blushed. “Somehow, I don’t think you’re really interested in a movie right now,” I whispered huskily.

  Steven snickered. “You’re right,” he said. He slipped an arm under my back and the other under my knees, lifting me up with surprising strength. I cried out, thinking that he was going to drop me, but instead, he carried me up the stairs and into a room decorated in gray and blue. It smelled musky – like Steven – and I inhaled deeply.

  Steven dropped me gently on his twin-sized bed. Then he lay down next to me and wrapped an arm around my stomach, pulling me close.

  “I really like you,” Steven repeated. His blond hair was tousled, and his brown eyes seemed dark with sincerity.

  I bit my lip. “I like you, too,” I whispered.

  Steven kissed me again, more slowly this time. When my lips parted and I felt his tongue touch against mine, I melted in his arms. As Steven’s hands slipped under my shirt and pulled it over my head, I shivered and snuggled close to him. My body was desperate for Steven, but my mind was still playing a tug of war. I should do this, I thought, slipping my hands under Steven’s shirt and running them against his hot, smooth back. ‘Then I bet we’d finally be a couple. And I bet Andrea wouldn’t do this – she’s too much of a prude.’

  For a moment, thinking of Andrea killed the warm, fuzzy feeling in my lower belly. But then Steven crawled between my legs and started kissing my neck, moving his mouth down my body until his lips
were brushing my stiff nipples through the lace cups of my bra.

  I moaned softly. Steven looked up at me with desire gleaming in his eyes.

  “You want to?”

  After a second, I nodded. “Yeah,” I said softly. “I want to.”

  ---

  Afterward, we lay narrowly in Steven’s bed, sweating and panting. I felt wet and sticky between the legs, and I grimaced, reaching down to make sure I wasn’t bleeding. But my fingers came away clear, and after a second’s hesitation, I wiped them on the blue sheets of Steven’s bed.

  “I hope you still like me,” Steven joked.

  Just as I was about to reply, I heard the sound of a car engine pulling close.

  “Shit!” Steven leapt out of bed, reaching for his boxers and jeans. “What the fuck? My parents are coming home!”

  Alarm bells sounded in my brain, and I jumped off the still-damp sheets, pulling my jeans and fumbling with the snap of my bra. When I was fully dressed, I ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I was still washing my face and fixing my hair when I heard the front door open and close.

  “Steven? We’re home!” Mrs. D’Amico called. “Andrea got sick at the doctor’s, so we decided to come home early and order a pizza!”

  I waited until after Steven’s footsteps had thundered down the stairs before I emerged from the bathroom. My face was still flushed, and my hair was damp, but I’d added water to make it look like I’d just been sweating or something.

  Mrs. D’Amico frowned when she saw me. “Steven, the upstairs bathroom isn’t for guests,” she said. “You know that.”

  But she was staring at me when she said it.

  “Uh, yeah, sorry Mom,” Steven.

  Mrs. D’Amico gave me a tight smile. “Elizabeth, how are you?” She cooed insincerely. “It’s been ages since we last saw you. I was starting to think something had happened between you and my son.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “I’m fine,” I said. “I was actually just leaving.”

  Andrea smiled up at me. Her cast had been changed, and the white strips of material gleamed in the dim light of the foyer.

  “Steven, I missed you!” Andrea chirped. “Can you help me into the living room?”