The hunter's moon had set. The sun had risen. Elise had returned with the moon and more serum.
"Just because the cure worked on Leigh before she changed doesn't mean it will work on Damien," she cautioned. "It could very well kill him."
"That's a chance I'm willing to take," Damien said. "Just do it."
"No," I said.
Everyone looked at me.
"Leigh," Edward patted my back, still scared, thank you very much. No magic cure for me. "Let Elise do her job. She has researched every cure ever written, every method even whispered. None work. This is the only way."
"I don't want him dead."
"You'd rather he was furry?" Jessie asked.
"Damn straight. I seem to recall your saying you wouldn't have cared if Cadotte was a werewolf."
Will glanced at Jessie. "You say the sweetest things," he murmured.
"Shut up, Slick. I was out of my head at the time." She turned to me. "Think about what you're saying, Leigh. That's no kind of life."
I moved closer to Damien, took his hand, held on when he would have pulled away. "It's no kind of life without him." I tightened my fingers. "Don't leave me. I need you."
He sighed and closed his eyes. "Leigh, I have to try."
I guess I had to let him.
Elise, her hands covered with protective, plastic gloves - I guess I couldn't blame her for being cautious - stuck the needle into Damien's arm, then released the serum into his veins.
"What's supposed to happen?" he asked.
"I have no idea. Why don't you step outside and see how you feel."
Elise had insisted on waiting until the moon was high in the sky before attempting the cure. That way we'd know immediately if it had worked or not.
I followed Damien out of my apartment and down the steps to the ground. The tavern was deserted, all of Hector's werewolves fled to parts unknown. Crow Valley was awful deserted, too. It was amazing how many residents had been secretly fanged and furry.
Damien kissed my forehead, touched my cheek. "I love you, too, you know."