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hand, touching the place where it had happened. A chill raced through my body, causing a shuddering reaction.
    Mom and Dad exchanged a look that had me more than just a little concerned.
    "Cheyenne, this is very important. We need you to tell us everything, starting from the beginning. Let's sit so you can calm down and get all the facts together.” Dad led the way to the living room.
    Thankful for his suggestion, I sank into the familiar comfort of the couch. Dad sat next to me, and Mom took a seat in the recliner across from us. I took a deep breath and told them everything that had happened. By the expressions on their faces, what I had just said disturbed them a lot.
    "Mom, Dad, what's wrong?” I glanced between the two of them. “You're really scaring me."
    "I don't want you to be scared. I'm sorry. That's the last thing I want to do. But, it looks like we need to have a meeting with the rest of the clice tonight,” Dad informed us.
    "I can't! I have a party to go to! Mandy is expecting me,” I argued.
    Dad shot a glance at Mom. “Well, I probably won't be able to get in touch with some of them until close to midnight. It's a rather ... busy night for us."
    I crinkled my brows. What exactly had he meant by that? I didn't really want to know, so I kept my mouth shut.
    "Your dad's right, Cheyenne. We do need to meet with the clice and discuss what's happened. I want you to be home by your normal time. Not a minute after eleven. Understand?” She pressed her lips together, waiting for my answer.
    "Yes, Mom, I get it. But, are y'all going to bother to tell me what the big deal is?"
    Dad let out what sounded like a huff. “I would think it'd be obvious to you. You were accosted twice while in the cave and no one else was bothered. That tells me that you were made. As in, your vampire blood was detected. You were sent a warning and we need to talk about what it means. We're concerned about your safety."
    A warning? That didn't sound good. A creepy chill crawled up my spin and I shivered.
    "And you need to make sure you're never alone tonight. I mean it, Cheyenne. You cannot be alone. We don't want to take any chances with your safety,” Mom added with unneeded emphasis.
    Like I'd be alone. They about had me scared out of my mind. What was I being warned against anyway? I wondered if going out tonight was such a good idea, but Mandy really wanted to go to the party. After all, one of the super jocks specifically invited her, and she could bring a friend.
    "Okay, Mom, I've got it. Mandy is picking me up. We're going together and lots of people will be at the party—mission accomplished."
    I knew I was being a brat, but sometimes they treated me like a child.
    I felt something drop in my mouth. I fished it out.
    "What's that?” Dad asked.
    "One of my brackets popped off. I think my wires are all bent, too."
    Mom looked at me funny. “How did that happen?"
    "I don't think braces were meant to stand up to fang extensions."
    "Your fangs dropped?” Mom and Dad said in unison.
    "Yeah, when I sensed the danger. I couldn't help it. It just happened. I even cut my finger on them when I checked to see what the burning and itching was all about,” I shot back.
    Dad reached over and put his hand on my shoulder, unable to erase the worry from his face. “Is there anything else you might have left out? I need you to think really hard, Cheyenne. It could be more important than you realize."
    Like what? Everything that had happened seemed too surreal as it was.
    "Well, when I pricked my finger and it started to bleed, something weird happened. I'm not sure if it was my imagination though. No one else seemed to notice."
    "Weird like how?” Mom asked.
    "It felt like the cave came alive and started to actually breathe. It was the creepiest thing I've ever felt.” I shuddered with the memory.
    "Alive?” Dad asked.
    I shrugged my uncertainty. “That's what it felt like. I don't know how else to describe it. When I put my finger