Eleanor's POV
Mira's expression didn't soften. Instead, it became intensely focused. She spoke calmly. "Why are you asking me that, Eleanor?"
My mouth went dry. "No reason. I was just… asking."
Her eyes narrowed. "Did you come across one? A werewolf?"
"No."
She saw right through it. In two quick strides, she was in front of me, leaning close so her words were a hushed, urgent breath. "You did. Where?"
The intensity in her eyes was frightening. I felt trapped. "Yesterday," I whispered, the half-truth slipping out.
"Did it hurt you?" she demanded, her gaze scanning me again.
"No," I said, and that, at least, was the truth.
"Why didn't you call the authorities? The special task force? Anyone?"
"My phone died," I mumbled, grateful for a factual excuse I could cling to. Mira had always been able to tell when I was lying about big things.
