The werewolf who had promised his soul to another werewolf and expected Kylie to believe it meant nothing. Running away from Lucas, the werewolf she'd fallen in love with. It had everything to do with running away. That was so not happening! However, Kylie's main motivation for leaving Shadow Falls didn't have anything to do with the FRU, or with finding out about her heritage. And now the same branch of the FRU wanted to take Kylie in for testing. Kylie's own grandmother had died as a result. Months after learning she wasn't all human, she'd finally discovered she was a chameleon, a rare species that had gone into hiding after an organized unit of the paranormal government, the Fallen Research Unit, the FRU, had used them as lab rats to try to explain their abilities. To get to know Malcolm Summers, her grandfather, and her great-aunt Francyne. True, she'd had a good reason to come-to discover more about her paranormal heritage. She'd been here at the chameleons' compound less than two weeks, and she wasn't so sure anymore. It had felt like the right thing to do at the time. Like her decision to leave Shadow Falls, the camp/recently turned boarding school for paranormal teens. Being someone's ex-girlfriend! Lately it felt like she was winging her whole damned life, and making a fine mess of things, too. Winging everything, in fact: ghost whispering, being a supernatural, being someone's girlfriend.
Okay, was there something written in the rule books about a ghost whisperer having to be polite to obnoxious spirits? Oh, wait, she didn't have a freaking rule book, or guidelines. Kylie twisted the cloth napkin she'd placed in her lap. And I'm trying to eat, so would you mind leaving? That's rude, the ghost said. They were communicating telepathically, and considering the topic being discussed, that was probably for the best. The spirit, a female, dark flowing hair, in her early thirties, stopped in mid-swing and stared directly at Kylie.
And proper people probably wouldn't appreciate an uninvited ghost getting their dining room walls bloody. good people, but a tad on the proper side. Kylie Galen looked up from the slice of pepperoni pizza on the fine china plate and tried to ignore the ghost swinging the bloody sword right behind her grandfather and great-aunt.
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