“Hey, that’s me,” I said.
“So it looks like you? Or does the corpse crawling toward you give it away?” He handed the sketch pad to me. “I drew it this morning when Derek was doing his computer searches. I was thinking about last night.” In the picture, I was kneeling on my blanket, the corpse in front of me. Thankfully, he hadn’t opted to draw the part where I’d been screaming in mortal terror, but later, when I thought he’d been outside with Tori. I had my eyes closed, hands raised. The corpse was rearing up, seeming to follow my hands like a cobra dancing before a flute. All I could remember was how terrified I’d been, but in Simon’s sketch, I didn’t look terrified—I looked calm, confident. I looked powerful.
“I have always known who the enemy is. Who starves and tortures and kills us in the arena. Who will soon kill everyone I love.”
It’s okay Fin, it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.
Being half wolf doesn’t just make Derek a little different. Half of him is an animal ruled by instinct. There are some instincts… Derek seems very attached to you, Chloe.
I lift my chin and stand as straight as I can. The cylinder begins to rise.
I wish Jack hadn’t died. I was hoping that he and Olivia would develop feelings for each other considering she took care of him during his early days as a wolf.
That just goes to show how much of the book you read.
yeah, I’ve only read Shiver. I want to read the other books but I had no time to go to the bookstore lately :)
He says all the right things, at exactly the right times
But he means nothing to you and you don’t know why