“Date?” Paul glanced at Henry, who wore an equally puzzled expression. “I heard Charlene talking about that once. Sounds weird.”

“Really? You guys don’t date?” I didn’t ask what they did to get to know a girl instead of dating.

“No, we get invited to Introductions,” Paul said as if reading my mind.

“What’s that?” Sam hadn’t mentioned anything like that to me, and I wondered if I should add it to his list of omissions.

“When a female comes of age, she’s brought to the Introduction room where she can meet werewolves she has never met before. The Elders are there to make sure the girl is safe and to give the guys a few minutes to talk to her. You know, to really get her scent. When there’s a connection, a guy just knows and Claims her. If not, the next group comes in for their chance.”

I started to sweat as I sat there. First, what did he mean by Claim? Second, they kept a girl in a room while guys came in to look her over and smell her? I reached for my water that sat on the coffee table in the center of our sitting arrangement. My hands shook a little, and I tried really hard to calm down and not let my imagination run away.

“Hey, Gabby, you okay? Did Paul say something wrong? Charlene said we could ask any questions we wanted...”

They had no idea how foreign what they’d just said sounded to me.

“Hey, Gabby, you don’t have to worry about Introductions if that’s what’s scaring you.” Paul looked at me with concern. “For you and Charlene, the attraction works different. She explained it to us when she said that you were coming. You guys have a level of appeal, or chemistry, with just about all werewolves.” He is not helping, I thought while he continued. “Because the level of attraction to you varies, it wouldn’t be safe to put you in an Introduction room.”

“Yeah,” Henry agreed and, with a spark of excitement in his eyes, leaned forward in his chair. “That’s when the mating duels happen. It’s rare with a werewolf couple, but when Charlene was first brought here, I heard the guys went crazy because they didn’t know what was happening. They fought over who had the strongest tie to her. But you don’t have to worry about that with us. Paul and I think you’re okay, and you smell good and everything, but we knew when we met you that you’re not right for either of us. That’s why Charlene left you alone with us.”

My stomach churned. Werewolves were going to start fighting each other for me? No thanks. They both smiled at me encouragingly. They probably thought their explanations helpful, but the information they threw at me stunned me.

“What did you mean by ‘Claim’?” My voice came out light and airy with anxiety, but I needed to know.

“It’s when we bite our Mate. The bite draws blood but doesn’t hurt,” Paul explained reassuringly.

“What?” I nearly shouted. My freak-o-meter bypassed meltdown. My head spun dizzily, and no doubt, all the color had drained from my face.

“Oh, not for you, Gabby,” Paul said, quickly leaning forward. He made shushing motions with his hands. “We can’t Claim humans like that. When your Mate finds you, it’s up to you to Claim him.”

So, I would need to bite someone? Not going to happen. It was easier to calm down now that I knew I had control. I didn’t want to be “the right one” for anyone at this point in my life. I hoped that the rest of the werewolves, like these two, would correctly use their keen sense of smell to determine my unsuitability.

I heard the main door swing open and saw Sam walk in with an older woman and another older man. Sam nodded to me and then moved with his group to another area of the room. They sat down and started talking. Paul and Henry shifted their attention to the new people, listening. I couldn’t hear the conversation but had no doubt they could. Just as I knew Sam would hear if I asked either Paul or Henry to tell me what the group said. I decided to change the subject.

“What about sports? I noticed there are no TVs. Do you guys play or go watch any sports?”

“Nah, we don’t get good reception out here, and the television tends to hurt our ears, but we do like to play football. There aren’t enough of us for a team, though.”

The door behind us opened again, and I watched two younger men, about our age, enter. They glanced our way but headed toward the group with Sam. I turned around and took another drink of water while thinking about this Mate business. According to these two, I needed to watch for a werewolf who acted as most human men would toward me, intense and weird.

Sam startled me out of my thoughts when he spoke next to me.

“Gabby, I’d like you to meet Eric and Derrick. They are the twin sons of a couple who lives here. They’re home from college and have to leave again tomorrow.”

I smiled and said hello. They both nodded to me but didn’t speak. Awkward.

Uncomfortable, I looked back at Sam, who nodded at the two. They turned and left. If they represented the normal reaction to me, I needed to watch out for someone even more intense and weird. Maybe I just needed a plan to avoid them all.

Sam waited until they’d walked out of the room to explain.

“I want you to get to know the people who live here. In summer, we’ll spend a lot of our weekends here.” He looked at Paul and Henry. “You two keep an eye on her. I’m counting on you to help explain our ways.”

Sam walked back to the group, and I looked from Paul to Henry with an arched eyebrow. Was it just me or did that feel weird? I wanted to ask but remained quiet. There were still too many ears to overhear. They seemed to understand my unspoken question and both shrugged in return.

Sam interrupted our conversation twice more, each time bringing someone to introduce to me. My mind caught on the word “introduce.”

Paul and Henry’s assurance that I would never face the Introduction room clicked everything into place. Sam had started slowly introducing me to the eligible male population of this little community right here, right now—in this room. After the third set left, I caught Sam’s eye.

“Sam, would you mind showing me around outside for a bit?” I stood and made my way to the main door, not waiting to see if Sam followed. After three months, I’d felt sure enough of Sam that I’d risked a trip to an unknown destination with him, alone. I’d been willing to explain away the little doozy he didn’t mention on the way here; but now, his actions and omissions devastated my confidence in him.

Already familiar with the layout of the Compound, I didn’t hesitate to walk out the front door and stride purposefully toward the dirt lane. Sam didn’t take long to catch up to me. If I told him I wanted to go back to the Newton’s now, would he take me? If he did, then what? I couldn’t stay there forever.

“Sam,” I said when we walked side by side. “I don’t want to be on the streets, but that’s where I’ll go if you think you can pull this crap if I move in with you.” I didn’t look at him; I was too angry. And scared. “I understand the condition of living at your place is that we come up here. But my condition is that you have to be completely honest about our purpose in coming up here. Each time,” I stressed. “I don’t know if I can trust you.”

“I’m sorry, Gabby. You can trust me. I have your best interests in mind. This is another one of those things that is easier to believe when you experience it firsthand.” He kept pace next to me as I led us further from the Compound.

“No, Sam. You need to lay it out for me straight.”

He stayed quiet for a few minutes, and I wasn’t sure he had anything to say until he actually spoke.

“Well, I heard what Paul and Henry told you. That part’s right. We do Introductions for our females in a controlled environment to keep them safe until they find their Mate.

“We learned from Charlene’s time here that you’d need to be handled differently. I told you that werewolves would find your scent interesting. Since we’re branching out into more urban areas, it would only be a matter of time before you attracted attention. So, we wanted to control your Introduction. A formal Introduction without mass challenges was out of the question.