Page 40 of Wolf Heart

But it’s my fault my family was turned. My nails cut into my palms. She was just a pup. Barely ten.

Green eyes too large for her face bore into my mind. Whatever the cost to have her back, I will pay. Ihaveto have her back, even if it means selling my soul.

The witch’s tattoos on my flesh burn, sizzling like acid to remind me of my pack with the witches. They have promised me hope. A dangerous spell that can cure Nambi.

Only her out of all our pack, because of her age and innocence. She will die without me and be forever a lost one. The others are too far gone. She was the last one to turn. Coming out of her hiding place when she thought I had come home early.

Our tent ripped to shreds. Her blood was everywhere. The wolf with bright green eyes whimpered when she saw me before she ran into the woods after the lost ones.

How I chased after her all night until my legs gave way. Until I crawled to try and reach her. Until Aspen and Dex found me and I couldn’t lift a fucking finger to stop them from carrying me away.

Only wolves like Nambi could be cured by the witches’ spell.

They promised me that Nambi was still alive because unlike the rest of our pack, she hadn’t turned completely into a wolf yet, her age and innocence kept her safe from changing. The spell would save Nambi and bring back what I had lost.

And all I had to do was give the witches a girl with blue hair.

Juniper.

“We don’t have to do this,” Aspen says in a hoarse voice.

I uncurl my hands, not taking my gaze from the sliver of yellow sky beyond the crack in the wood nailed over the window.

“You can’t trust witches,” he adds.

“Doesn’t matter.” I turn from the window. “She wants to find her mother and we need to save Nambi.”

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