r Identity. Alexandra sat in silenc

t the wall, disbelief fogging her thoughts. XI used to dream of writing fantasy stori

r father, the response ha

d. No one's seen him since the fail

r entire life had

amily, She scoffed quietly, unsure whether to laugh or scream. "Am

orner of the bed. "Ow!" she yelped, rubbing it furiously. That's when she noticed the pil

amcat

e in Blite's handwriting

uttered, "just what I needed, m

nd from the door, finding her

r look up-her friends had stumble

to move too much!"

Scott accused, po

. "Why'd you

arms. "It's Samantha,

" Harry sighed, pinchin

ised an eyeb

Scott bolt

ntha yanked him b

u're cho

e it moron"

" Harry walk

e grabbed his hair

e, they shouted,

"Uhm... thanks?"

ir out of her lungs. "Look, we know it's been

smile. The others hovered nearby,

d, holding out a gift.

r gaze. Samantha-her best friend since

d softly, placing the gift beside the others.

andra could think about was the image of him feeding on

me earlier, but I owe you the truth.

before you kick me out, I'll save you the trouble

Harry stepped closer. "

ds. "No," she whispered. "No,

ooked up, eyes sharp. "How

elieve it? Two of my friends are werewolves and one's

"Do you even *get*

Come on! You're like, roya

they say is true, and if I really had a family like this all along, why didn't Mom ever talk about them? Why did we live a normal life until they showed up? If I had the

ou don't believe

ness how her body changed and part of their story may be true bu

aid gently. "But they

his whole time. One's a blood-drinker, and the other

ex," Blite corrected so

. "I just... I can't

hasn't changed," Blite said. "You can't d

ra fell

accept it. But I'm not going t

t now?" H

swers-real ones. Call your parent

Blite bo

home, I'm going to find my mom-and proof t