Full Moon by Rachel Hawthorne (best biographies to read .txt) 📕

SIXTEEN

I kept opening and closing my eyes. And each time I opened them, there was a new scene before me.

Eyes open: The forest rushing past.

Eyes closed: Connor and me building a sandcastle.

Eyes open: Connor’s back.

Eyes closed: Connor and me going skiing for the first time.

Eyes open: Rafe’s worried face.

Eyes closed: Connor taking the blame when I broke my mother’s favorite crystal vase.

Eyes open: Kayla making me drink water.

Eyes closed: Connor holding my hand when my grandmother died.

Eyes open: Lucas ordering me to fight.

Eyes closed: Connor giving me my first kiss.

Eyes open: Dr. Rayburn shining a light in my eyes.

Eyes closed: Connor and I making out in the back row at the movie theater.

Eyes open: Bright lights, a hard table, people staring down at me.

Eyes closed: Connor dancing with me at the prom.

Eyes open: My mother crying and combing her fingers through my hair.

Eyes closed: Connor declaring me as his mate.

Eyes open: My father, my strong dad, with tears in his eyes.

Eyes closed: Connor and me beneath a full moon.

Eyes open: Connor lying on a bed beside mine.

This time my eyes stayed open. I squinted at him, vaguely remembering the bullet hitting me. “Are you real?”

He smiled at me. “Yeah.”

“Where are we?” My voice sounded as though it was coming from another room or another dimension, as though it wasn’t even here with me.

“Wolford. The medical hallway.”

I scrunched up my face. “This is no fun. You should just shift and heal.”

“I did.” He held up his arm and I could see a needle with some kind of tubing coming out of it. “This is for you. You lost too much blood.”

“You’re giving me blood?”

“Yeah, we’re the same type.”

I thought I said thank you before drifting off into the peaceful realm of oblivion. I heard Connor say, “You’re welcome.”

The next time I woke up, my mom was sitting beside the bed. She poked a straw into my mouth and ordered me to sip. It was the best water I’d ever tasted.

“I’m tired,” I mumbled, wondering how I could be tired when it seemed I’d been sleeping all the time.

“You’ve been through quite an ordeal. You should feel like getting out of bed in another day or so.” With her fingers, she combed my hair back. “Connor saved your life, you know.”

I furrowed my brow. “Really? I thought maybe it was the doctor.”

“Connor wouldn’t let the others stop on the journey back here. He gave you his blood. He checks on you several times a day.”

“Are you a lobbyist?” I asked.

She gave an impatient huff. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

Mom was right. My strength was returning. By late afternoon the following day, I was ready for adventure.

“I’m really feeling strong enough to get out of bed now,” I told my mom. I kept pushing the covers down. She kept lifting them back up to my chin. It was irritating to have her hovering around me.

“I think another day in bed is what you need.”

“Mom.” I rolled my eyes. “I really need to get out of here before I go crazy.”

“This close to your full moon, your body is probably more resilient. I suppose if you took it very easy, didn’t try anything too strenuous, it would be all right.”

“Fine. I’ll just sit around, but I need to do it out of this room.” I shoved the blanket down; she brought it back up.

“I want to talk with you first about your…transformation.”

We’d never had the transformation talk…or the sex one either.

“Mom, you’re a little late. I’ve already talked with Kayla. She told me everything. I’m not afraid.”

“You should be,” she said sternly, taking me by surprise. Her face softened and she brushed my hair back from my brow. “You know that your father and I think the world of Connor.”

“I know.”

“And I know you’ve been hanging around with this Rafe boy. Now is not the time to get rebellious, Lindsey. A bond develops during the transformation. Love deepens. A pact is sealed. A pact until death.”

“I know that, Mom. Why do you think I’m so scared that I might be making a mistake with Connor?”

“You’re not making a mistake with Connor. Rafe would be the mistake.”

“How can you be sure?”

“Because I know you. And I know both of these boys. Connor is right for you.”

In other words, they’d never accept Rafe. Brittany was so right. Our traditions bordered on the archaic.

“Thanks for the advice, Mom.” This time when I shoved the covers down, she didn’t pull them back up.

“I just want you to be happy,” she said.

I scrambled out of bed and started limping to the bathroom, my thigh still sore.

“I just want to be happy, too.”

Inside the bathroom, I removed the bandages and studied my wounds. They were healing nicely. The doctor had done a good job of closing them with tiny stitches, so I wouldn’t have a horrible scar after all. If they weren’t completely healed, the transformation should take care of them.

I washed up, combed out my hair, and put on a light layer of makeup. I slipped into shorts and a strapless top so nothing would rub against the wounds. I thought they needed fresh air as much as I did. Then I went in search of the others.

I found them all in the library, standing around a desk, studying a large map of the national forest. Even Brittany was there. But my attention was drawn to Connor and Rafe. Connor of the light hair, Rafe of the dark. Connor of the abundant grins, Rafe of the rare ones. Connor, the steady constant in my life. Rafe, the new and exciting element.

“Hey, you’re alive,” Brittany suddenly shouted, with genuine enthusiasm.

“Thanks to these guys,” I said self-consciously as I moved toward the desk.

“I can’t believe you all went after Bio-Chrome while