She glanced at Jacob, noticing him look at anything but her before he got up and left the cabin without a word. She stood and crossed the room, stopping just behind Garrett. "Why would Carmen send someone to kill me, Garrett? Yesterday was the first time I've ever met her." He sighed and leaned against the window. Long minutes passed before he spoke. "I spent five years in Wolf's Creek after I was turned. I was twenty-four, scared out of my fucking head at what I'd become, and these people were all I had in the world. They were like me. Freaks that didn't fit into society. I met Carmen the second day I was here." He turned his head and glanced at her and she knew by the look on his face what he was going to say next. Her stomach cramped at the thought and she hoped she was wrong. He looked back out the window, fixing his gaze on some distant point and continued. "She was different from anyone I'd ever met. I realize now it was just the wolf in her that made her so..." He shrugged and didn't explain.
