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me. “But our mother wasn’t human, she was a wolf and we all know how much Murphy and your other friends hate the wolves. They treat us like some inferior species to them. It’s like we are not fit to be their equal. It’s only now that I know the true reason why I hated that holding house. We were kept there like animals, waiting for the Vampyrus to find us homes. They weren’t finding us homes; they were spreading our numbers, diluting us. In such small numbers, we were no threat to them.
    We were weak. Only together are the Lycanthrope strong. Who put the Vampyrus in charge? Who gave your friend, Murphy the right to police us? What makes the Vampyrus more superior to me or you?”
    “But you’re a murderous race,” I said back, wondering if Jack were not speaking some truth or just screwing with my mind again.
    “The Vampyrus have done their fair share of bloodletting throughout history,” Jack sneered.
    “It wasn’t the Lycanthrope who was running around feeding off humans and turning them into vampires. It wasn’t a Lycanthrope who was trying to kill off all of humankind so he could have the Earth as his own – it was Elias Munn – a Vampyrus. They are in no position to dictate to us how we live our lives.”
    “There is no us ,” I insisted. “I’m not like you.”
    “It makes no difference what you believe,” Jack said with a casual shrug. “I haven’t lied to you, Kiera. There is a part of you that is very much like me. Whether you like it or not, you are half Lycanthrope.”
    “Even if what you say is true, I will never be like you,” I hissed. “I refuse to be. You say I have a choice, Jack. Well, I make my choice. I choose the Vampyrus side of me – not the wolf.”
    “We’ll see,” Jack smiled straight back at me. “We’ll see.”
    “See what?” I snapped at him, fighting the urge to wipe that knowing grin from his face.
    “When Potter arrives, which he will,”
    Jack said. “We’ll see who you choose.”

Chapter Four
    Murphy
     
    “Where have they gone?” Potter groaned in pain, staggering to his feet.
    “If I knew that, do you think I would be standing in the middle a fucking snow blizzard calling out their names?” I barked at him. I wasn’t mad at Potter, not really, I was mad at myself.
    Although I was pissed at him for going and getting himself in the shit again with the wolves. He attracted the wolves like flies around shit.
    I looked at Potter as he lurched through the falling snow towards me. “How did you get here?” he wheezed, his hands pressed against his ribs and blood running from the cuts on his face.
    “The police van,” I said, checking the horizon again for any signs of Kayla and Sam.
    “Perhaps they’ve gone back to it to take shelter,” he suggested.
    “I doubt it,” I said. “They would have stayed here.”
    “It’s a shame Kiera isn’t here,” Potter said, looking down at the crisscross pattern of foot and paw prints in the snow.
    “How’s that?” I asked him.
    “She’d only have to take one look at these tracks and she’d be crawling around on her hands and knees, telling us how many there were, how tall, their weight, what they had for freaking breakfast, and the last time they blew their nose,”
    he half-smiled as he thought of her.
    “Well you want to thank your lucky stars she ain’t here,” I grumbled.
    “Why?” Potter said, looking back at me.
    “Because she’d kick your freaking arse, that’s why, numb nuts!” I barked at him. “It’s not like she wasn’t pissed at you already, and now you’ve gone and humped a school teacher. Christ knows what she sees in you.”
    “I didn’t hump her,” Potter groaned, spitting a clot of blood into the snow. “And she wasn’t a school teacher...”
    Not interested in his excuses, I cut him dead and said, “You say Jack Seth is behind all of this? How can you be so sure?”
    “As one of those Skin-walkers was kicking me in the bollocks, I heard him mention that Jack