Cursed
surprised you were willing to go back to it after you have been given a
second chance,” he said smiling softly.
    I
shrugged. “I got used to being strong. Now I just feel weak and useless. I am
hoping I feel stronger after tonight.”
    He
nodded. “You will. Although I still do not think going after the coven that
cursed Cornelius is a good idea.”
    “I
don’t either, but what else can I do? I have to get him back. He would never
leave me, so I am not going to abandon him,” I said quietly as I looked at him.
    He
watched me for a minute, then he nodded. “I can understand that. I will do what
I can to help.”
    I
shook my head. “I have to do this alone. I can’t let anyone get hurt because of
me.”
    “You
are going to need help,” he countered. I could tell he was going to argue. He
wasn’t going to let me walk into a trap alone. He wanted to come with me. He
was too loyal for his own good.
    I
sighed. I wanted to argue, but I knew it was pointless. It didn’t matter what I
said. I would never win an argument against him. I would have to worry about
keeping him safe later on. I had the ability to sneak away when I needed to. I
would just have to come up with a plan that would keep Drake out of harm’s way.
    “You
should go get some rest. The full moon will be up in a few hours. You need to
get as much rest as possible,” Drake said breaking the silence after a few minute.
    I
nodded and stood. I did feel a lot better after eating. I was worried about
what was to come, but I knew it would be worth it if I got Cornelius back.

 
    As
much as I wanted to close my eyes and rest I couldn’t. My mind was racing and I
couldn’t shut it off. I got tired of lying in bed, and looking at the ceiling,
so I got up and started to pace. Waiting was driving me insane. I didn’t want
to wait anymore.
    The
door opened catching my attention. “I can hear you pacing. You have been at it
for a while. I thought I told you to rest,” Drake said amused as he walked in
the room.
    I
sighed and sat down on the bed. “I just want this over with so I can get
Cornelius better.”
    “Well
it is almost sundown. Soon we will walk to the pack meeting place. Hopefully
shifting will go easy for you. Once the transition is complete you should be as
strong as you hoped,” he said watching me. His tone went from light and amused
to somber.
    I
could tell something was bothering him. “You don’t sound very enthusiastic,” I
said softly as I stood and walked over to him.
    He
looked at me for a minute. His expression was dark, and hard to read. It wasn’t
unusual for Drake to hide his feelings. Most of the time it was impossible for
me to tell what he was thinking. “Normally accepting a new wolf into the pack
is reason for celebration. Unfortunately you are not doing this because you
want to be one of us; it is just a means to an end for you.”
    I
looked at him a little startled. I wasn’t sure what to say. He didn’t sound
angry, but he didn’t sound happy either. I was pretty sure he was angry with
me; he just wasn’t showing it. I didn’t really understand why. I didn’t think
anyone wanted to be a werewolf, but I could see how it might still be a
celebrated event. “Drake, I never meant to hurt you, or your people. If I had
another way then I would have done it. I can’t be forced to stay with Victoria
and Oliver while Cornelius suffers.”
    “They
only want to protect you. What if Cornelius is too far gone to save? Everything
you have done, and will do will all be for nothing,” he said quietly.
    “I
have to try. I did everything I could to save you when you were hurt. I can’t
just walk away from him,” I said softly. I didn’t want to fight with him, but I
wanted to make it clear he wouldn’t change my mind. I loved Cornelius, and I
needed him back to his old self.
    He
sighed like he knew there was no point in arguing. “Just remember you almost
started a war when I got hurt. It was because of Cornelius’s

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