Bloodlust [Book One] ✔️

Chapter 25

"What do you mean you were there when it happened?" I asked.

"That boy is very troubled. It's not his fault. I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. He blames me. He thinks I killed his parents."

"You didn't do it, did you?"

"Of course I didn't do it. The Sinclair's were old friends of your mother and I."

"Then why-"

"For now, you need to get some sleep. Tonight is the full moon and there will be more werewolves out there. Stay inside where it's safe. If you thought last night was frightening for you, you have no idea how vicious werewolves can become once it's night of the full moon."

He didn't leave me any room for argument. He kissed the top of my head and walked away. Vincent didn't mention my dad being there. Then again, he didn't get to mention anything else.

Things were only going to get complicated from here on out. I could only pray that I could have the strength to get through this. For now I just had to worry about staying alive.

When I woke up my dad was in my room again. He brought me breakfast in bed. I sat up and winced at the pain. My body felt like it had gone through a car accident.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"My body hurts."

"I'll have the pack doctor check you over. For now you won't be returning to school. I think it is best if we play it safe. Kyle will be here with you if you need anything. As far as seeing that boy, it's done with. I don't want to see you around him or know that you're even talking to him. Am I clear?"

"I won't talk to Vincent." I agreed.

It was for the best. There were a lot of things I needed to clear up. For starters, I needed to think about how I felt about Vincent. I had to stop lying to myself. I definitely did like him more than what I wanted to admit.

The next few days passed in a haze. I received several text messages from Vincent and a few from Alexa. The only time I responded to Alexa was when she told me the details of Maya's funeral.

"....I need to see you. Please, just call me back. I'll be waiting for you at the park." That was the end of yet another voice message.

I felt my heart squeeze at the desperation in his voice. I wanted to call him back but I didn't know what to say. My dad told me he was there when his parents were murdered. I didn't know how to handle something like that. Vincent said he loved me, but what if he started to hate me because of it?

Placing my phone in my purse I slipped on my flats. It was Maya's ceremony today. Her parents decided to have her cremated and they were going to hold a small gathering with friend and family. I was invited of course.