Chapter 12: Werewolves Are Real, Apparently

“I wasn’t... oh.”

“You’ve been able to do that this whole time?”

“My whole life.”

“Can everyone in Springwater?”

“Yes.”

“Is that why it’s such a h*llhole?”

“No. It’s been inhabited by our kind, by shifters, for millennia. It’s only been the way it is for a few decades.”

So, there’s something else wrong with the place, on top of it being full of werewolves. No wonder mom wanted me away from it. “Why was my mother shot with a silver bullet?” I ask.

“She was?”

“Yes.”

“I suppose it’s possible that whoever shot her believed she was one of us.”

“Is that possible?” It’s the last thing I want to believe about her, but I don’t know why else she’d be shot with a silver bullet.

“I don’t know. The killer could have been mistaken, or he could have been armed that way because he was planning to kill one of us, only to kill her instead for some reason.”