“GREAT IDEA.” SHE GESTURED with one arm, spraying water across me and Melissa. “Drag us into Faery four days before Samhain with no warning. Don’t bother to be subtle or come up with a plan.”
Her words tried to slap me just like the water had, but I felt too immaterial to be impacted. My stomach was hollow. My bond to Aiti was gone and the one linking me to Ryder was frozen. I suddenly understood what it meant to be a wolf. Strength when in a pack...and total powerlessness when alone.
“Leave her be.” Wolfie—who had even less reason than Lupe to have been dragged here—brought warmth to my coldness. His words carrying a tendril of revitalization that felt almost physical. It stroked my forehead like Aiti had done when checking me for fever that awful summer I came down with dryad dropsy. N
