Twice Bitten (New Moon #1)

by Belle Harper

she lingered at the door of the bathroom, I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to see her face. Did she hate me? I knew I wasn’t making it easy for her to like me. I didn’t make it easy for anyone to like me. If I did, I was sure my uncles would take that from me, just like they took my mom. I never made friends, dated, or had a girlfriend. All the things normal teenagers did, I didn’t. I wouldn’t give them anything they could use against me again. I saw her eyes, the most unusual amber color—almost gold, it was like they glowed in the florescent light. I wanted to tell her I was sorry for earlier. I wanted to explain that I didn’t mean to snap at her. It was the venom from one of the Kenneally Pack members when they thought it would be funny to bite me before the end of school. The asshole knew I would have this reaction. If a shifter injects venom into another shifter, it causes them to become more aggressive, like it messes with their hormones or something. It lasted in your system for about twelve hours, but it was out of my system now. I’d been slowly becoming immune to it over the years. My uncles used to bite me every day as a game when I first shifted. They were sick fucks. I was only eleven.