Full Moon 2 by Elaina H (top ebook reader TXT) 📕

“That’s it, isn’t it? Wolf Road. Wolf Road!” He turns to me, “You need to show us where that road is right now.”

Our waitress exits the kitchen with our drinks, “Awww,” Dev whines, “do we have to go right now?”
“Yea!” Cal shouts.

I look as another waitress set food down on the table next to us, “Really, Cal? I’m awful hungry.”

He gives us a look like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Fine! We’ll get our food first if that really what you want to do.”

Cal crosses his arms over his chest and pouts. We order our food and wait; Cal taps his foot impatiently.

I put my hand on his shoulder, “You need to make sure your not getting yourself all hyped up for something that may not be, okay? It will be a huge letdown.”

“Thanks for the upbeat news, Brim,” he murmurs.

When the waitress brings our food, and stops to make googly eyes at Dev, Cal shovels it in his mouth. “Done!” he says two minutes later. “Ready to leave?”

“No!” Dev and I yell at the same time, mouths full of food.

Cal stands, “I’ll go get the bikes ready.” With that he steps away from the table, and leaves the restaurant for the bikes.

As I finish chewing my bite of food, Dev speaks, “He’s got the money, you know.”

“I know.”

We both laugh, and I step out to get the money from Cal so we can pay. “Ready?” he asks as soon as my foot exits the door.

“We need to pay, dope.”

“Oh,” he hands me the wallet. “And Brim?”

I turn around, looking back at him; that crooked smile on his face. The smile that he gives only me, “Yea?” I say sweetly.

“Can you hurry up?”

My eyes close to slits and I give him a fierce glare, “God! Shut up, we’ll be out when we’re done. Your family will still be there when we get there. I promise,” I stomp back to the counter to pay.

Once I pay, I glance at Dev. He’s still flirting, and I whistle at him. “We have to go before we’re left here.”
“Oh, I’m coming.” Dev laughs once more with the waitress, and comes towards me.

“Let’s go!” the two of us run into the parking lot, and Cal is already on his bike.

Slipping onto the back of Cal’s, we leave. I point them down the roads I took to get to Wolf Road. “I’m not sure your parents are here, if they’re not, it’s not my fault, okay?”

“Duh!” he shouts as Dev and Cal pull onto the road.

“How are we going to know which house they would be staying in?” I ask.

Right before he can say anything, he stops in front of a house with four motorcycles out front. “Like that.”

Together, we walk towards the house. Cal grabs my hand, “What if this is a trick, Brim?”

“You mean what if The Center knew we would find this street, and bought four motorcycles just in case?”
He shakes his head, “You’re right, that was a stupid question.”

But I swallow hard, worried that he may be right.

Cal raises a shaky hand to knock on the door, and Dev stands behind up. His grip tightens on my hand as the door knob turns.

Chapter Nine

A tall woman with dark hair, and tan skin open the door. She stares at our linked hands. “Cal?” her voice is confused.

“Lydia! Thank God I found you,” Cal pushes past the girl, still holding my hand therefore dragging me behind.

In the smaller living room are seven people. Three tall men, a short woman, two blonde haired girls, and the girl who answered the door; the short woman stands up, and flings her arms around Cal.

Yet for some reason, he doesn’t drop my hand. So by the time everyone is smiling, and laughing they’re also noticing our entwined hands.

“Hi,” a girl from behind says.

I turn around, and one of the blonde girls is standing there. She’s the taller of the two, and she’s holding hands with one of Cal’s brothers, “Hi,” I say nervously.

“My name’s Gwen and this is Fynn.”
I stutter for a moment before spitting out my name, “Penny!” I choke on the name that just flew out of my mouth. “But call me Brim please?” the statement comes out like an odd question.

“Okay, Brim,” she laughs. Gwen is obviously younger than I am, but she’s taller by a few inches.

This time the boy names Fynn talks, “Why are you holding hands with Cal?” his voice is disgusted. Gwen punches Fynn’s arm, and mumbles about being rude.

“Oh,” my voice is dumb. But, quickly, my attitude flares up, “was it reserved for you?” a smirk crawls across my face. “Here, take it.” I hold his hand out to Fynn, and Cal looks at me.

“Oh,” Fynn says, “I see. They both hate the world,” he’s bitter about something.

“Did you need something, Brim?” Cal pulls my hand closer, and again, I’m pulled towards him.

My tongue feels heavy in my mouth, “No.”

“Okay, but I was hoping you’d say yes,” his eyes are intense, and I feel like he’s seeing everything I’ve ever tried to hide.

I lick my lips, “Why would that be?”

“Because,” he says quietly, “I was hoping you’d ask for a kiss, so I wouldn’t have to.” Cal leans forward, as his family is distracted and loud, and he kisses me for the third time.

Cal’s kiss is cute and sweet, but not anything too icky in front of his family.

When he pulls away he smiles his precious smile, but, unsuccessfully, tries to hide it from his family.

“Wow,” Lydia says, “I never though Cal would come back, much less with a girlfriend!” everyone except Cal and I laugh.

Dev even laughs nervously now, Cal’s father was talking to him about The Center.

My cheeks bloom red at the embarrassingly loud statement, Cal chuckles.

“I must be pretty weird if you’re bringing me back here. Apparently, it wasn’t expected,” I joke.

Cal’s face stays straight as he comments on my thought, “No.” He pauses and smiles a little, “You’re pretty special for me to be bringing you back here.”

After everyone was over the shock of Cal liking me, we got down to business. Paul, Cal’s father, and Jennifer, Cal’s mother, both explain their entire story to me.

So, therefore, I feel obligated to tell mine. And I start from the beginning, what Mr. Harvey, my father, showed me.

“From what I know, I’m was the original werewolf gene that was passed down through birth. There’s a 70% chance that the child will inherit the gene, and a 30% chance that they won’t; and that’s if one parent carries the gene.

“My sister, Pamela, was killed.” My voice quiets down, and Cal grabs my hand, rubbing the back of it softly, “She was killed by me, her own sister, and,” I continue to choke on the words, “she was part of that 30%, and I just killed her.

“And then my father, the man who started The Center, killed my mother. From there I was labeled 23, and kept a secret. I was built, I realize now at least, to be the best.”

I explain how I was caught, and how we escaped. I tried to tell them as much as I could.

The room is quiet, and the first to speak is Lydia, “How do we know you’re not working with your father, Mr. Harvey?”

I purse my lips, and Cal yells at her, “How could you even ask that?! She helped get us here, and she found this road!”

“But think about it, Cal,” the girl counters, “you’re a puppy dog in love, and you’re not realizing that everything adds up! She was caught, right? What happened when she was caught? You two came to her rescue, and almost were captured.

“We’re not even sure that all that stuff happened to her. She most likely knew all along!”

This time my mouth drops open, and I stand up, “Listen here, Lydia,” I say her name like a disease, “I’ve been through hell and back, so don’t you start with me. How would you like you like to find out that you killed your sister, and that your father killed your mother?

“Do you even think about what you’re saying? I’ve always wanted a mother,” my voice softens a bit, “why on Earth would I support the father that took her away from me?” my knees buckle slightly, and Cal grabs my arm; he helps me lower to the couch.

Lydia speaks up, “I can tell we aren’t going to get along.” She walks out of the room, and down a hallway; she slams the door.

“Well,” Aaron, Cal’s youngest brother, says, “I don’t think Lydia like Brim very much, I mean, since she took away her brooding buddy, and all!” Gwen, Fynn, and Alice, Gwen’s sister, laugh.

“What? Brooding buddy?” I’m confused; coming out of that embarrassing emotional state.

Aaron explains, “Cal was captain of the Debby Downer ship, and Lydia was first mate.”

I nod, Aaron is too funny all the time; it’s getting on my nerves.

Cal addresses what Aaron says, “It’s just that Aaron always tried to make things funny, and it gives me a headache more than anything!”

I laugh.

Alice and Gwen stand, a few minutes earlier they had given each other some sort of signal, and leave the room.

“So,” Cal starts again, “did anything happen, out of the ordinary, while I was gone?”

“Well?” Fynn begins.

“Hey!” a voice shouts from down the hallway. “Can we use our inside voice, please? I’m about ready to punch every single one of you in the face,” his Irish accent is unbelievable strong.

“Who is that?” Cal asks, a growl in his voice.

I stare at the very tall, lean, strong, perfect, red-haired, freckled Irish man I’d ever seen. “Wow,” I mumble, Cal glares at me.

“This is Eric, he’s the problem that we’ve been meaning to tell you about,” Paul says.

Cal snarls, “Problem? Yea, I’d say this is a huge problem! How did this even happen? Why is he here?!” Cal shouts, livid.

Fynn rolls his eyes, “Come down, buddy. He’s just the one that got changed,” Fynn says it like it’s no big deal.

Cal flies out of his seat, and tackles Fynn to the ground. I stand up, “Cal, stop it!” I tell him, “you look like a complete idiot,” Cal stops punching Fynn for a moment to stare at me.

Cal looks back at Fynn, and grunts. He shoves his face into the floor instead, and stands next to me. “I look like a wimp now, but I can’t just say no,” he complains to me.

“Well, you looked like a bigger idiot beating the crap out of him,” I inform him.

“Wow, hot babe in the house!” Eric calls.

This time I don’t stop Cal from punching someone, but I only let him pop him in the nose twice. “Who changed you?”

“Alice?” he looks to Aaron to make sure he’s right.

Cal’s draw drops, “What?! She has complete recollection of what she does!”
Aaron speaks, “It was an accident apparently,” he says quietly.

Eric laughs, “Yea, chick started making out with me, and bam!” he claps his hands together, “she bites my shoulder,” Eric continues to laugh as if it were a joke.

Aaron clenches his fists, and stomps out of the room. “What’s Aaron’s problem?” I whisper to Cal.

“He’s got a crush.”

“On Eric?!” my voice goes really high.

The stress and weight of Eric lift from his face, “No, Alice,” he chuckles at me, and wraps an arm around me. “This has been an extremely long day!”

“Yea,” I lay my head on his chest. “It has, and I’m ready for it all to be over, but it can’t end until The Center is gone.”

“I know,” Cal says.

Eric ruins out moment, he flips the switch on the TV, and MTV blares through the house. “God!” I say to Cal, “I might murder this kid before anything else.”
“Ha! I’d like to see you get a punch in, shorty!” I punch Cal in the stomach, and he