The bite mark on Jack's neck was itching him so bad It felt like someone had sewn up a live moth inside it.
'Come on, Jack.' Jack heard Wesley grunt, trying to sound reasonable. 'You've thrown your fit. Now let's quit fooling around, and start to party.'
Jack turned to the window and felt the moonlight on his skin. It wasn't burning him now. It was soothing him. Taking away the confusion, the questions, and even the pain. All he felt now was his loss and his anger, cold and clear as the dead reflected light from the moon's barren surface.
'Face it, Jack,' Wes whispered. 'You're in this for keeps. Ava's gonna marry you, so Mom can have some nice respectable 'wolf grandkids to keep up our nice respectable family line. She needs them, see? The time's coming when werewolves won't need to hide in the shadows.'
Jack stared in horror. 'There are more of you?'
