Ivy, Abby, and Nash and I were hanging out after school in the gymnasium. Nash and Abby were waiting for their various athletic practices to begin, and I was trying to stall until I'd be in the clear to catch up with Brandon and take him to Penny for Your Thoughts. I glanced out one of the windows and spotted a woman with long gray hair and bundled up in a tan parka roaming our campus sidewalk as if she was looking for someone in particular.

I pressed my face closer to the glass and recognized it was Dr. Meadows.

"What is she doing here?" Ivy asked, also spotting the psychic.

"I don't know," I said. "I better find out."

"Why would you want to do that?"

I headed down the bleachers and raced ahead before my friends could follow me. I opened the gymnasium doors and caught up to the psychic.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered.

"You didn't show up at my store. I was concerned something happened to you," she said.

"I've been trying to convince him to see you. It's taking some time. But I think he will."

"That is great," she said. "But it has to be soon."

"We discovered it's in his blood," I said softly. "The lycan lineage goes generations back."

"Which one is he?" she asked. "No, wait  -  don't tell me."

Just then my friends, their beaux, and Nash opened the gymnasium doors. Dr. Meadows pointed to Nash.

I half laughed.

"I must see him at night," she said urgently, looking at Nash.

"But it's not a full moon again for weeks."

"I know, but this way I can document him before and after. I'll bring my equipment."

"Equipment?" It sounded painful and at the very least intrusive.

I was desperate to find a cure for Brandon's condition; however, at what cost I wasn't sure.

"I must have documentation," Dr. Meadows said, stumbling on her words. "It will be okay, I promise."

"What kind of documentation?" I said. "He needs to sign something?" I pried.

"Nothing invasive. Just something I can replay. To make sure what he is experiencing is real."

"I can guarantee you it's real," I said hurriedly.

My friends were staring at us. Dr. Meadows stared back as if she was examining Nash.

Then she turned her attention to me. "I need proof in order to find out how to deal with it."

I didn't want my true love to be filmed, hooked up to electrodes or possibly other torture devices.

"I was hoping for a potion," I said. "Or some charm he could wear around his neck."

"If you are hoping for a cure, this is the only way."

I left Dr. Meadows and returned to my friends.

"What is she doing here at school?" they asked.

"She was looking for a werewolf," I said truthfully. "That woman is so crazy."

Nash continued to watch Dr. Meadows until she got into her car and drove off.

When I met Brandon after school, I admitted to him that Dr. Meadows had shown up at school and that she wanted to document him. I didn't want to trick him into doing something he wasn't prepared for or willing to participate in.

"What does she want to do?" he asked, anxiously waiting by his Jeep.

"I'm not sure  -  she wants to see you soon. Since the full moon won't be for a few more weeks, she wants a record of you during both times. It could be as simple as asking you questions, or as much as..."

"As what?"

"I'm not sure. Ivy and Abby caught up to us and I didn't want them to find out what Dr. Meadows was saying."

"She might want to take pictures or film me?" he asked.

I hung my head low. "I'm not sure what her plans are. All I know is that  -  uh, I don't know anything." And I was as unsure as Brandon was about whether he should go and meet with her. But today I wanted him to meet Mr. Worthington. Maybe Pine Tree Village might have more answers for him.

We hopped into Brandon's Jeep and headed out his private drive and out of Riverside. We were stopped at the traffic light by the school when I noticed the car next to us was Nash's. I ducked down.

"What's wrong?" Brandon asked.

"It's Nash. He's in the car next to us. I don't want him to see me."

"I thought you weren't seeing him anymore."

"I'm not."

"Then what's the big deal?"

"I don't know."

The light changed and Nash tore off.

I sat up. Brandon pulled into the lot of a nearby park.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm going to take you back," he said, turning the steering wheel.

"I don't want to go back. I want you to meet Mr. Worthington."

"I can find him on my own," he said.

"I'm sorry. I just reacted without thinking."

But Brandon was hurt.

"I'm sorry," I said. "Everything has been happening so fast, that's all." It was so unfair. I ran the risk of losing my lifelong friends for a guy I'd only known a short time. I wasn't sure what to do. I just knew I wanted all of them in my life.

"I don't blame you, Celeste. I don't want to put you in a position you aren't ready to be in."

Brandon pushing me away only made my need to be with him even greater. Overcome with sadness, I turned away from him and stared out the window. A couple strolled hand in hand in the park. The girl snuggled up to her boyfriend as he gazed back adoringly.

"You must hate me," I said. "I invited you to a party where you didn't have a good time. You saved me from a wolf pack that left your hand maimed. I make you feel like an outsider in your own car. And the worst thing of all  -  because of that moonlit kiss  -  you've turned into a - "

Brandon took my chin and drew me to him. "It's okay, Celeste. I think you feel you have the world's problems on your shoulders."

He brushed my hair away from my face. "You don't have to worry so much about what is right for Ivy, Nash, or me. Just what is right for you."

Brandon was the first guy I'd ever met who understood me. If I turned away from him now, I knew I'd regret it for the rest of my life.

"Please, take me with you to see Mr. Worthington."

Brandon parked the Jeep at Pine Tree Village Retirement Community.

When we entered the building we heard a commotion coming from one of the hallways and nurses were running to someone's aid.

Suddenly there was the sound of an ambulance pulling up outside. Paramedics wheeled in a gurney to the assisted living floor. I dashed down the hallway, my own heart almost stopping.

The paramedics parked the gurney next to Mr. Worthington's door.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I turned to Brandon.

The color had washed out of his face. He'd been so close to finding a relative he'd never known and an answer to his condition that perhaps no one else could reveal.

He held on to my shoulder and I melted into his chest.

Just then Mr. Worthington stepped out of his room. I almost fainted.

"You're alive!" I said.

"I hope so," he answered. "This place isn't my idea of heaven." He told us that Mr. Lucas, his ninety-three-year-old next-door neighbor, had fallen and broken his hip.

I was surely unhappy to hear that Mr. Lucas was hurt  -  but grateful to know Mr. Worthington was all right. I gave the elderly man a hug so hard, I was afraid I might break him.

"I have someone I'd like you to meet," I said, and we walked into his room.

"You have a boyfriend?" he said, trying to make me blush. "I knew there was something different about you... I told you that before."

Now I was blushing.

"This is Brandon Maddox," I said to Mr. Worthington, pleased to introduce the two. "His mother is Claire Worthington. This is your great-grandson."

Mr. Worthington's face went white, as if he'd just seen a werewolf. I was afraid he was going to have a heart attack right there and then.

Brandon extended his wounded hand to shake. Mr. Worthington eyed the scar and gently shook Brandon's hand.

"I haven't seen you since you were a little baby," Mr. Worthington said.

"I'm so glad to meet you  -  I mean see you... again." Brandon smiled. "My father said my mother's family moved away from Legend's Run."

"We all did," said Mr. Worthington. "But I moved back a short time ago."

Mr. Worthington and Brandon sat together. I beamed with delight as my two friends began to converse. Brandon didn't look like the lonely guy in our high school lunchroom or a lone wolf in the woods anymore.

"Your mother was a gorgeous girl," Mr. Worthington began. "We were all thrilled when she got married and settled down. I only met your father a few times, but I remember him as being a brilliant man."

"Yes," Brandon said. "He's a scientist."

"After you were born, she seemed to get restless. Maybe she couldn't handle the good things in life. And then she left, and we never heard from her again. "

Brandon nodded.

"I always said it was in her blood. Something wild, not normal."

"Do you think it might be the trait of your great-grandfather?" I asked, hinting toward Brandon's nocturnal condition.

"I always blamed him for the Worthington wild streak. But we all have to take responsibility for our own actions."

"I agree with you," Brandon said.

"You didn't tell him what I told you yesterday?" Mr. Worthington asked, almost embarrassed.

"I sort of..."

"Well, no one believes an old man," he said.

"I do," Brandon said. "I believe you."

Mr. Worthington's face lit up. "You are the spitting image of my son, Harry. He believed in ghost stories, too."

"Was your great-grandfather ever cured?" I asked.

"No, and that's why I was always convinced it ran in our blood."

"I appreciate your taking the time to talk to me," Brandon said politely.

"That's all I have is time. Besides, it is so nice to finally have family in Legend's Run again."

Brandon extended his hand again. Mr. Worthington took it and hugged Brandon.

"I'd like us to meet again," Brandon said.

"I'd like that, too," Mr. Worthington said. "You know where to find me. I'm here twenty-four hours a day."