Silver Is For Werewolves-BOOK 2 IN THE Garlic Is For Vampires Series-

Chapter 4: Moving

The day we moved out of our houses and into the apartment, we got a letter.

Bree and Brendon,

If you think running will save you from me, your are very wrong. And I am so sad to say that you're only making this game even more entertaining. You've stepped into the wolf's den, and you cannot outrun an alpha when you two are only omega's.

-Dylan

The edges of the papers were stained with dried blood. And we found the letter hanging on the front door of the new apartment. Brendon took the letter from my hand and started to shred it.

"Dylan can't scare us," he said. I gripped the new granite counter and turned away, pulling up a box with plates. I cut the tape away with my X-Acto knife and then started stacking them up. I grumbled about something, and I didn't know what I was talking about until Brendon told me to calm it down, and he grabbed my hands.

"Bree-lee, I know what happened has been hard on you, and I know you wish things could be different, but we can't let him scare us."

"I'm not thinking about that," I grumbled, pushing his hands away. "I'm thinking of what he said. We're in a wolf's den. If he's in New York, we just stepped in his territory. So if he's here he can do anything. His clan is here, Brendon."

"So what do you suggest we do?" Brendon asked with a skeptic look over his face.

"We have to see Howard," I said, and I grabbed my bag. "Unpacking can wait."

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"Move back," Skylark said.

"That's not helping," Brendon said. "I already sold my place and have a new job with the special agents of New York. Bree is going to NYU. She can't just change plans."

"It doesn't matter if we move out of another place and back here," I agreed. "Because he'll always follow us. But we need more people over there than here."

"We're the only ones," Skylark said. "After the vampire-hunting society fell most people moved all over the place. I only had one friend, and that was your father, Bree. But we can't do much with a dead man's ghost."

"Well aren't there other supernatural beings?" I asked. "Like, witches or trolls or-"

"Only werewolves," Skylark said. "And they're all dead."

"Can't we make one?" Brendon asked.

"How? It's not Build-A-Bear-Workshop, Brendon," I said with an eye-roll. Then I looked at Skylark. "Am I right?"

He didn't look at me, he was looking down at his desk, running his fingers over the worn wooden surface. I frowned. He glanced up at me quickly before casting his eyes downward.

"Is there a way to make someone a werewolf?" I asked.

"Not an actual werewolf," he said quietly. Hesitantly. "But...you can have a werwolf's characteristics. The strength to fight a vampire and maybe defeat one."

"What's the percentage a werwolf-like human can kill a vampire?" I asked.

"75 percent chance," Skylark replied. "And that's only if the human survives the process. There's a ritual you have to go through in order to gain these abilities. And it's only for those with strong bodies and strong minds."

"Well," I said. "If there's something to gain here then I'll do it."

"I'll do it," Brendon replied. I frowned at him. He looked down at me with a stubborn look on his face. I knew that look. He wouldn't change his mind even if someone did offer to kill Dylan themselves. That's one thing we always fought over; being plain old stubborn.

"This is my fight," I said.

"It's mine too. You're my best friend, Bree. I'm not going to risk your life if this thing doesn't work. It'll be better if it were me."

"If I died then Dylan wouldn't be able to take my blood," I said with a smirk. "All you would need to do is drain my body of blood and throw it down the drain. The sharks could have it for all I care."

"I agree," Skylark said.

"Thank you!" I cried.

"With Brendon," he added. "Bree, you're just getting stronger. But not strong enough to handle the procedure. I don't mean to offend you but the female body is weaker than the male."

"Then let me do this and I'll get stronger."

"I can't," he snapped, leaning back in his seat. "You were bitten by a vampire, Influenced. You have traces of a vampire left in your system, and combining the vampire remains with werewolf abilities would make you a hybrid. A hybrid. Dylan would be able to walk in sunlight and be stronger than ever. He'd be unstoppable. We need someone who is pure."

I paused. Dylan had bit me more than once and if Skylark was telling the truth then that wasn't good. I couldn't believe things were going in Brendon's favor. I glared at him and stepped up to him. He stood up straight and looked down at me. I stepped up on my tiptoes and glared at him.

"It's your funeral," I said. Then I dropped down to my heels and opened Skylark's office door. I was already out of the apartment when Brendon was calling my name. But I just walked out of the building, called a cab, and got on my way to Angie's house.

She was sharing an apartment with her sister who was currently away on business. Angie greeted me by opening her mouth to yawn, her hair a mess on her head. She was in pajamas and I could tell she didn't look forward to hearing the bunch of drama of unpacking. But I spared her the trouble and instead made breakfast with her.

"I don't get why men are so stupid and stubborn," I grumbled, flipping a pancake angrily.

"They're just a little slow," she said, eating a strawberry. "But some people are. Did Brendon do something to you?"

"He claims he's trying to protect me by taking all the trouble," I said with an eye roll.

"He just cares what happens to you," Angie said with a sigh. "He's always been like that about you, Bree. You've just been too blind to see it, but he really does care. And he always will. Sometimes you argue too much but he only wants what's best for you."