Karl didn't move from in front of the door. His shoulders were back, his eyes still trying to flash gold but staying brown because of my bite."Theo, don't," he said low.My mom knocked again. Harder. "I know you're in there! I can see the truck!"I got off the bed. My legs shook. I unlocked the top lock, then the second. Karl grabbed my wrist."If she opens that door, they smell you," he whispered. "The wolves outside will know exactly where you are.""She's my mom," I whispered back.I opened the door.My mom stood on the porch in her work scrubs, hair in a messy bun, eyes red like she'd been crying the whole three-hour drive. She looked at me — in Karl's too-big sweats, blood on my mouth, a fresh bite on my neck — then at Karl shirtless behind me with my teeth marks bleeding on his throat.She didn't scream. She just closed her eyes."Oh, Theo," she said. "You shifted."My stomach dropped. "What?"She pushed past me into the cabin and slammed the door shut. She locked it."Mom, how
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