Wolfsbane by Andrea Cremer

Author:Andrea Cremer [Cremer, Andrea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, magic, paranormal, Fantasy, Young Adult, Werewolves, Urban Fantasy, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9780399254833
Google: mrFqZpLcP1gC
Amazon: 0399254838
Barnesnoble: 0399254838
Goodreads: 7263429
Publisher: Philomel
Published: 2010-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

THIRTEEN

MY FINGERS DUG INTO his shoulders as I stared at him, unable to speak, not believing what I’d just heard. I could barely recognize my brother’s scent beneath the other vile odors that covered him. Filth, blood, and the sharp tang of fear.

Shay crouched beside us. “Ansel, hey. Take a breath. Everything is cool.”

The knot of sickness tightened when Ansel began to laugh. I’d never heard a sound so chilling. Harsh and devoid of joy.

“Is it, Shay?” he asked, smiling that horrible smile again. “Is everything cool?”

“Ansel, what’s wrong?” I pushed back the hair that was caked on his forehead.

He swatted my hand away, trying to pull himself out of my arms. “Knock it off. Just let go.”

My grip on him only tightened. I couldn’t make anything of his strange behavior. He pushed at me, but I didn’t move an inch.

Shay’s eyes widened as he watched Ansel stop fighting. He stood up, face paling. “Oh no.”

I glanced at him. “What?”

Shay shook his head, his gaze resting on Ansel. “I don’t even know if it’s possible, but I think—”

“You think, chosen boy?” Ansel looked up at Shay with a shudder. “You know. Of course you know.” The smile vanished, replaced by a blank, defeated expression.

“What are you talking about?” I whispered.

“I—” He lifted his eyes to mine. For a moment rage flared within his gray irises, making them flash like a thundercloud full of lightning, but then the light was gone, replaced by a vast fog, thick and hopeless.

Monroe took a cautious step toward us. Ansel didn’t react. He stared ahead, looking at nothing in particular. Monroe knelt beside him, frowning.

“Is he hurt?”

“I don’t know,” I said, keeping my eyes on Ansel.

“Baby brother, please. Talk to me.”

“They took it.” Ansel’s whisper was so low I could barely hear him.

“Took what?” I asked.

“Calla.” Shay’s voice had a warning note. “Maybe we should let him rest. Let him be.”

“Me,” Ansel continued, not meeting my eyes.

“Everything. It’s gone. I’m dead.”

“They can’t touch you here.” Monroe spoke gently.

“Your sister is right. You’re no longer in danger.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Ansel said.

My patience snapped. “What is wrong with you?”

I shoved him away and he tumbled along the floor like a rag doll. Oh God. What just happened?

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