Eleanor's POV
It completely makes sense now.
The pieces clicked into place with an almost audible snap. I remembered their call after that night, demanding to know my price for silence. At the time, it didn't make sense at all. Now, I saw it for what it was: a desperate attempt at protection. Protection for him.
I looked at Keith, who was still avoiding my gaze, his jaw tight. I never thought someone like him could feel anything other than that brooding, icy calm. I'd been so quick to judge them, to believe the rumors and their intimidating reputation.
What had they actually done to me? Nothing. The worst of it was their suspicion that I'd faked our bond, a paranoia born from a world where everyone likely wanted something from them.
But wait. Keith turns into a monster? A real, hulking, memory-less beast? That's not a normal werewolf trait. If it were, he wouldn't be hiding it so desperately. This is something else. Something I need to ask Dr. Chloe about.
