Chapter 21. Things That Are True

Wren POV

I bought a new notebook on Sunday. Black cover. Thick paper. On the first page, in capital letters, I wrote:

THINGS THAT ARE TRUE.

Then I sat on my bed and stared at it for an hour, because I didn't know where to start.

In the end, I just wrote it down plainly, the way you'd write a grocery list.

1. Werewolves are real.

2. I am one.

3. So is Silas Calder.

4. So, probably, is Dom. (Not confirmed. "Not mine to tell.")

5. I am not sick. I am not crazy. I am not the only one.

I looked at number five for a long time.

Then I wrote number six, smaller, near the bottom of the page, where I could pretend I hadn't.

6. He says I'm his mate.

I closed the notebook and put it under my pillow like a kid hiding a diary.

He'd walked me home from the forest on Saturday without saying another word. At my door, he'd looked at me for a long moment, then said, "