Rejected and special

Chapter 10

Ever since I passed out, Kyle's been acting like my shadow.

I can't breathe without him hovering.
Can't sleep. Can't eat. Can't even pee in peace.

He's constantly watching me like I might float away again.

Overprotective Alpha mode: activated.

"Jamie," a voice echoed in my head.

Snow.

"Yes, Snow?" I replied mentally, already sensing something was up.

"Go to the woods. Something doesn't feel right," she said urgently.

I sighed. "Okay, but let me at least tell Kyle before he has a full-blown heart attack."

"No!" Snow snapped. "You can't tell him. He'll follow. And if he follows, he'll worry—and if he worries, he'll distract you. We can't risk that."

She had a point.

"Alright, alright. I won't tell him," I muttered, rolling my eyes.

Across the room, Kyle was glued to the TV, watching football. Every few minutes, he'd glance over at me like I might vanish.

I waited patiently.
Biding my time.

And then—touchdown.

The crowd on TV roared. Kyle jumped up, cheering with his full chest.

Now or never.

I slipped quietly off the couch, careful not to make a sound.

Sorry, babe. I'll explain later—if I survive whatever this is.

I stepped out the door and into the night.

Toward the woods.

Toward whatever was calling.