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I lean down, grabbing her good hand. “Yes, Nell, it’s me. What happened? Where’s Amanda?”

“Wolves from Decker pack…” she breathes. “And Kelta. Came at us. So many… took Amanda.”

“They what?” I yell, but Nell has slipped into unconsciousness again.

“Took her where?” I ask hopelessly, but it’s no good. Nell isn’t going to wake up.

Maybe not ever.

The idea pains me, even more so when I look around and realize the girls are so injured, they could all die.

Without their powers, they’re completely defenseless.

Decker wouldn’t have left them if he thought they’d live.

“What is it?” Bae asks, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“Decker pack took her,” I say. “We should be able to track them.”

I shove him out of the way and run down the aisle, leaping down the steps and turning in a circle with my nose to the wind.

“Hey, don’t go running off,” Bae warns. “Wait for backup—”

“No can do,” I growl, shifting and bolting into the forest.

By the time the rest of the pack gets here, she could be dead. I have to get to her now!

Chapter 25 - Amanda

I’m sitting up the back of the bus with Nell when the vehicle suddenly turns to the left, hurling all of us against the wall and almost flipping the van. Everyone is screaming, and I can see Jeanette struggling in the driver’s seat as she fights the wheel.

Even though the bus rocks dangerously in the other direction as it comes out of the turn, I get up and move down the aisle, hanging on to the ceiling bars to keep myself up. Anyone who hasn’t been knocked out by the first jolt is clinging to the nearby seats, crying in terror.

“What’s happening?” I yell, trying desperately to get to the front of the bus. I look out the window, seeing the trees closing around us as the bus barrels down a narrow dirt track.

“Jeanette!” I scream, wondering why she’s hurtling us into this death trap.

Then, something hits the side of the bus, and my fear reaches a whole new level.

That’s the biggest wolf I’ve ever seen!

Clinging to the safety bars as the bus rocks and bounces, I can see wolves around the outside, herding us further into the woods. I know the smartest thing for Jeanette to do would be to run them over, except we can’t be sure who it is yet.

It’s more than likely Decker, but most people have an instinctual urge not to kill another living thing.

The bus pitches dangerously, and the screaming intensifies. Without our powers, there’s absolutely nothing to do except hang on and wait.

I don’t have to wait long. Jeanette loses control of the bus, and it slides into a high bank, hurling people out of their seats. Unable to hold on anymore, I get thrown to the front of the bus. I lay there stunned, bruised and bleeding, praying that the others are alive.

When I look up at Jeanette, a whimper escapes my lips. Her forehead is covered in blood from hitting the windscreen, and she looks dead. All I can see when I look down the aisle are twisted limbs and motionless bodies.

And blood. So much blood.

The doors shatter and squeal as they are forced open, and Kelta bursts in, grabbing me and dragging me out. My feet won’t hold me, and I crash to the ground, all the breath knocked out of my body.

“What about the others? Should we finish them off?” someone asks.

Kelta sniffs the air. “No, don’t bother. None of them have long to live. I’d rather they suffer. We got the one we want.”

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