Epilogue
Six months later...
The gaggle of pack offspring spread out across the village green like a hive of spriggans hunting treasure. They were so busy they barely noticed my approach.
“Still looking for Ryder?” I tried and failed to cover up a smile. “How long has it been?”
“One hour and twenty-three minutes,” reported the only teenager who hadn’t gone lupine. The rest had turned furry in order to take advantage of the scent trails that made games of hide and seek more complex among werewolves, but Ryder had gotten wise to that ages ago. This morning, he’d rolled out of bed early to crisscross the hunting ground so many times old and new aromas merged into one.
No wonder the lupine kids were having no more luck than the two-legged ones at finding the final hider. The final hider b
