Troy's statement caught me by surprise. I scanned through my memories, trying to find out when I had lied to him. However, it was all blank.
I pulled up a leg on the seat to turn towards him. "No, I didn't lie to you."
He was unfazed by my comment. He kept his eyes out on the distance before us. "When we met, I asked you how you felt knowing you can never find love, you said it didn't matter because you were never going to fall in love with a wolf."
It took me more than a minute to remember when those words were said. When it did, the memory hit me like a ton of bricks. It was my first week back in Redwood. That same day, I accompanied Brian to his Saturday history class. Troy was the annoying kid with the twenty-twenty questions.
I blew out my cheeks. "At the time, it wasn't—"
"You were fooling yourself," Troy deadpanned. "No one ever escapes the Red Moon. Why did you think you could? You were already feeling the symptoms."
