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What if he saw what we did in the cabin?

I stand frozen with horror. “Um, you didn’t see anything, did you?” I whisper, just in case the wolf is around.

“Who are you talking to?” Keane bellows, sounding like he’s moving toward me.

I take a few steps away. “No one. Myself. And go away. I haven’t finished yet.”

He snorts. “Doesn’t sound like you’ve even started.”

Despite the fact I had no intention of peeing, my face burns hot. “Stop listening to me.”

He snorts again, but to my relief, his steps move away rather than closer.

I do another thorough sweep of the surrounding area. It’s just trees, shrubs, and the faintest sounds of wildlife burrowing around in the forest. There’s no sign of a large gray wolf.

It must have been in my head.

If I wasn’t wide awake, I’d have thought I’d had another vision like the one I had in Keane’s cabin. But that one felt like a dream. This was… something else. It felt real. Like he was right there.

Only Keane turned around and couldn’t see him, so the wolf couldn’t have been there.

I hesitate about telling Keane what I saw, but almost immediately reject the idea. He didn’t believe me when I told him about my dream, so he won’t believe this. Especially after he looked right at that spot and saw nothing.

Unless I can tell him something only one of his pack would know, he won’t believe me. Maybe then we can find some other way of finding out who killed his pack without going around killing everyone itcouldbe.

With no wolf in the forest, I close my eyes and seek inward.

Hello.

Silence. Not that I’d expected it would be as easy as me saying hi and a wolf soul saying hi back. Still, it’s worth a try. Just in case.

If I could get the souls to tell mesomething, just one thing, Keane willhaveto believe me.

Not that Layla doesn’t deserve to suffer a little after the way she treated Aunt Mel, but she doesn’t deserve to die if she wasn’t responsible.

Please, can you help? I saw you, but Keane didn’t.

Silence.

Were you trying to tell me something?

Footsteps move toward me. “Keane.” I smile, eyes still closed. “I told you—”

“I’m not Keane,” a female voice says.

My eyes flash open, but before they open all the way, a blast of magic throws me back against the tree. My head hits hard.

And then nothing.

26

SERA

I’m pulling up outside the sheriff’s office when I glimpse Rose Calla, the last surviving Calla, hurrying down Main Street, looking more than a little flustered.

Shoving my door open, I scramble out. “Rose! I have to talk to you.”

Rose halts at my call, and I read in her eyes that she’s thinking about running, or just plain ignoring me. After what happened to her family, and her knowing that Briar and I have been best friends for years, I can understand why she wouldn’t want to talk to me.

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