CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

“I think I can help you,” Sylvia says after I tell her about my dilemma. “It sounds like Jim's girlfriend really had it out for you.”

“She did,” I admit. “She really hates me. But she doesn't have to worry about that now because I've given him up. I can't be with a human.”

“What if you don't really feel that way though?” Sylvia asks. “What if you only feel that way because you took something that made you feel that way? What if Emily is the reason why you feel that way?”

“What do you mean?” I ask. “I don't think there is anything that can make me change my mind about a human. I hate them.”

“But you didn't always hate them,” Sylvia reminds me. “You thought that particular human was your mate.

“And not all werewolves hate humans. That’s just what a lot of them think. But that's because of a potion that has been passed down through generation to generation.”

“What do you mean?” I ask. “Humans and werewolves just don't get along. They're two different species.”

“There are differenc