"Young love tends to be based on nothing but feelings. The couple has not yet faced and overcome a challenge or difficulty together. They are passionate about each other. They think about each other constantly and want to spend all their time"
Isaac...
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It had been two weeks.
Two very awkward, suffocating, tension-filled weeks.
Not only because Isaac and I were officially over — which was a mess in itself — but because my mom decided that apparently the best way to handle our current crisis was by moving us into Derek's loft. Full-time. Like some twisted little werewolf sitcom, minus the laugh track.
So now, I was in the same building as Isaac. Every. Single. Day. Watching him mope around like some abandoned puppy made me feel bad, and I didn't want to feel bad. I chose this. I chose this because it was the smart thing to do. The safest thing to do. There was an Alpha Pack out there gunning for Derek and me, and if word got back to the witches about what I was — it would be bad. The kind of bad people don't walk away from.
Everyone knew it. Even if they pretended like they didn't.
My mom had been doing this thing where she acted like she wasn't stressed out of her mind, but I could see through it. I always could. She didn't want to scare me — none of them did. Every time something happened, they'd lower their voices, send each other looks, conveniently forget to fill me in. Which would've made sense if the plan wasn't for me to help them survive this.
Keeping me in the dark? It wasn't protecting me. It was making sure we were all screwed.
And as for Isaac — well, he had Boyd now. I was pretty sure their new shared room was basically the official Angie Slander Headquarters. Whatever. They could talk all they wanted. The nights my mom and I spent here, like tonight, didn't make it any less awkward.
Cora, Derek's sister — who technically was like my aunt now? — wasn't doing great either, and my mom was trying to help her out. That was the official excuse, anyway. But I wasn't stupid. I'd overheard them the other night, my mom's voice tight, Derek's low and steady, offering us to stay. Because she was scared to go home.
I couldn't even blame her.
Hell, I was scared too.
But that didn't make this situation any less weird. Between Derek sleeping on the couch, my mom acting like he was some casual acquaintance, and Cora interrogating me about them every other day, I was seconds from losing my mind.
I was clueless. And over it.
"Good morning?" I greeted hesitantly as I stepped into the main room — Derek's room, technically, since it was the biggest. He was in the middle of sparring with Cora, sweat glinting on his arms, and I felt instantly out of place.
"Good morning," my mom answered, breezing in wearing her scrubs, hair pulled back, looking about three shades too pale under the overhead lights.
"Oh — can you take her to school? I'm so late, and she left her car at home," she asked, barely looking up from rummaging through her bag.
