The Fire Starter by Misty Wright, Summer Sauteur Page B

again, but she didn't seem to mind him. It looked as though she wanted to attack me. Then, when she was just about a few feet away, she lunged, gracefully and lightly, as though she didn't weigh anything at all. She was going to fall directly on top of me, her easy and unmoving prey.
    But Spencer pushed me at the last minute and ended up under Alice, who was licking his face like a pet to an owner. "I told you to stop it already," Spencer reprimanded, looking as though he was trying desperately to keep his emotions in check.
    Alice bared her teeth, two columns of sharp and jagged ones that looked ready to bite onto flesh--in this case, Spencer's flesh. She snapped her head back before lunging forward, aiming for his throat.
    "No!" I screamed helplessly.
    Something happened then, something I wasn't sure I had really seen. Alice had backed down, whimpering like a scolded animal. She averted her eyes, not making eye contact with Spencer who had stood up, his hand extended before him, palms facing upward. And a few inches on top of his hand, hovering in mid air, was a blazing green fire.
     
     

Chapter 12 - The Fire Starter
     
    Alice crumpled to the floor, shuddering once again. She must be turning back.
    "What--" I stood gaping as the fire slowly dissipated. "What was that--"
    "That's how it is every full moon," Spencer answered the question I haven't even formed in my mind yet. "Last night was a full moon. I thought you knew. You told me you didn't want to be a victim and--"
    "You mean Alice--she's a werewolf?"
    He nodded, sighing as it all now made sense to me.
    "And she was attacking me! She's dangerous!" I told him.
    "Yes, which is why I have to stay with her every time she turns to make sure she doesn't hurt someone," Spencer patiently clarified. "I can't let what happened to that man happen again…"
    But that's just one part of what really confused me. "What you did, that was--"
    "It was fire,"
    "And you made it appear," I pointed at him accusingly.
    "Yes," he nodded, amusement evident in his voice. "Kyle and I can both conjure fire, and werewolves are scared of it."
    I looked at Alice, who was throwing me a vicious look too. Spencer didn't notice, as he was concentrating on me.
    There was something else that clicked. "That night when we--you left after I heard a howl. It was her too." This time I was the one throwing Alice a straight-on scary look. Werewolf or not, she seemed to know just when things were getting serious with us. It wouldn't surprise me if she knew what we were doing and she cried on purpose to call Spencer's attention. "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"
    She didn't answer, but instead shrugged me off and strutted before us out of the forest without another word. I must have been right. "How desperate can she be," I said, not caring if I hurt her or not. It wasn't right to mess with the personal life of others. It was already too bad that she was bothering Kyle and Spencer every month, let alone stop them from doing what they want to do.
    Speaking of that, I looked at Spencer, and he was looking at me too. I wasn't mad at him anymore, not now that everything had been clarified. It was time to make amends. "Spence…"
    "Yes," he came closer until he was just about a few inches from me.
    Without another word, he closed the remaining distance between us as he kissed me longingly. It was such a fiery kiss, and now I know why. Now I know why when he was sick it burned just touching his skin. It wasn't just the fact that he made me feel warm all over--he indeed knew how to make fire.
    I broke away, "But how is it possible?"
    "Let's just say…my family had never been normal. That time at the village, I was the one they were calling cursed," he simply replied.
    "You mean Evan--?"
    "He isn't a fire starter, but he has a different ability," he answered enigmatically.
    "You're not going to tell me, are you?" I giggled, crashing onto his chest as he enveloped me into a tight hug.
    "It's not my secret to tell,"