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He looked embarrassed. Forgive me. I don t mean to burden you with more confessions. He
paused, squeezing my hand. But now you see that I can t take a chance with the press again, even if it
means I leave someone I care for. And I do care for you. You must know that.
There was a tender look in his eyes now, and it only added to the mixture of attraction and fear I
was feeling. I forced myself to breathe. He was waiting for me to say something, so I mumbled, Yeah.
I haven t experienced the lunar change in years since that first time. I ve heard it can be
unpredictable. And now that I m grown, I imagine it will be stronger than it was before. Austin looked
out across the gym at the other groupings of kids working on their sets and costumes. I hate this, he
said finally. I would rather be anything but this.
My heart smashed into a thousand little pieces for him. I felt the need to say something, anything,
to make him feel better. But I didn t know what that might be. I could see why he hated the change, why
he suppressed the wolf. There was reason for him, and maybe for all of us, to be scared. But at the same
time, this boy was just Austin. An artistic, caring, intelligent guy who was anything but beastly.
So, what can I do to help you? I mean, with the sets, I added, clearly needing to change the
subject. I pushed the wolf out of my mind and focused on the cute boy in front of me.
Austin gestured toward the paints and brushes. You could fill in the leaves on the rosebush, he
said.
I nodded and stood up.
Shelby, thank you for listening.
That s what friends are for.
He smiled weakly and got up. I haven t many of those. You re the first in a long, long time. As
you can imagine, it s near impossible to trust anyone.
Yeah, I can see.
He gave me a grateful look and then walked over and picked up his paint palette and brush. We
worked without talking until we had finished the forest tableau. Of course, I only added a few highlights
here and there to the beautiful scene Austin had crafted, but when we were done, I felt a sense of
satisfaction. We d created a perfect, idealized background for Beauty and the Beast. And I didn t want
to think about what that symbolized any more than Austin did.
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ake the raffia and simply twist it into bird wings like so, Dr. Wanda said, running a special arts and
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crafts session the next day after lunch.
The other counselors had some kind of meeting, so instead of cramming into the tiny art studio, all
of us campers were in the dining hall, spread out among the lunch tables. Hardly anyone was paying
attention to Dr. Wanda.
Then, using another piece of twine, tie those wings to the body of the bird, she said, walking
between the tables and then stopping at mine. Austin, there s room over here. Why don t you join this
group?
My head jerked up. I hadn t seen him at breakfast, and I had been wondering what he was up to.
My heart beat a little faster just seeing him in the entry of the dining hall. He wore a black T-shirt and
jeans, his brown hair pushed back behind his ears. He saw me and smiled. I let out a breath I d been
holding. He looked so normal. Well, gorgeous and normal.
Dr. Wanda waved Austin over to our table. Just start here. Price can show you what to do.
Sure thing, Dr. Wanda. Wearing his usual grin, Price slid his project down the table to make
room, so that Austin was directly across from me. Here s some raffia, Price said, handing him some
materials. We re making big ol birds.
Thanks, mate. Hello, Shelby, he said.
Hey, I said casually, but my voice sounded small and far away. My palms felt sweaty, so I
wiped them on my shorts.
Okay, what you do is& Price began, rattling off the bird directions Austin had missed.
Hey, Dr. Wanda! Mine looks like a spider, Jenna said a minute later, waving her hand to get Dr.
Wanda s attention. Have you had formal art training or did they teach you this in shrink school?
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