Cursed (Howl, #6) by Jody Morse, Jayme Morse Read Free Book Online Page A

secretive over again. It made her feel out of the loop, even though she knew it was probably a good thing that her best friend and Colby had secrets with one another. Mates were supposed to have secrets with one another, weren’t they? Samara had almost been mated to Declan, and sh e’d had secrets with him . . .
    Glancing over at Luke, Samara realized that they didn’t have any secrets. Well, Samara had secrets, but they were secrets that she was keeping from Luke—not ones that she shared with him. He still didn’t know that she had been mated to Declan again, or that she had almost chosen him as her mate. He also didn’t know that Brad Kelly had been her tutor—or, at least, Samara hadn’t been the one to tell him. She didn’t think that Luke had known . . . not until she h ad seen the picture, at least.
    Maybe Samara shouldn’t feel so guilty about keeping secrets from Luke. It seemed that he might have been keeping a secret from Samara, too—a secret that she would never be able to forgive him for if she ever found out the truth.
    “You have arrived at your destination,” the woman’s robot-like voice on the GPS said, and Luke stopped the car in front of a brick ranch style house. The front yard looked slightly rundown, with the brushes and shrubs appearing wild and overgrown. It gave the eerie impression that no one lived there at all.
    Samara glanced around and noticed that Chris had stopped his car behind theirs. Kyana, Steve, Silas, and Kyle all climbed out. Seth parked his car behind them, and he and Penelope got out of his car, too.
    The only thing that made Samara feel relieved about being here was that she had definitely brought backup with her. It hadn’t been necessary for the whole pack to come along on this trip, but if Ed Rickards called his pack there because he didn’t want to speak to them, at least they would be pre pared to fight if they had to.
    “Are we ready to do this?” Samara asked, feeling sort of nervous now that this was really happening—now that they were about to knock on Ed’ s door.
    “Yes, we are ready to do this,” Luke told her, his green eyes gleaming with a look of confidence. Samara wondered if that confidence was what had made him feel like he could kill Brad . . .
    She tried to shake the thought away, once again. The last thing she needed to do right now was worry about whether or not Luke had killed Brad, even though it had been the only thing on her mind during their entire honeymoon. It was why she had felt too weird to e ven be in the same room with him, and it was also why their honeymoon hadn’t been as romantic as they both had originally expected it to be. They hadn’t even consummated their marriage because, the whole time, Samara had used the excuse that she was too tired or that she wasn’t feeling well, especially after the shark attack. Luke had seemed like he was okay with it, but she wasn’t sure if he really was.
    She couldn’t keep worrying about the Brad thing right now, though. It would only make things more confusing for her and right now, she didn’t need confusing. She needed to figure out what was going on with her grandfather.
    Pulling herself from the car, Samara walked down the driveway. Before she had the chance to even think twice about it, she was knocking loudly on the front door. Her heart froze in the back of her chest, as she waite d for someone to open the door.
    When she didn’t hear anything—no footsteps or even a dog barking—she turned away from the house and back to her pack members, who were all huddled around in a circle, waiting just as anxiously as she was for someone to come to the door. 
    “May I help you?” a voice said from behind her, and Samara whirled around to find a man staring back at her. A lump formed in the back of her throat when she realized that she recognized the guy who stood in front of her, and judging from the look in his eyes, he somehow recognized her, too. She couldn’t even call