One second, I had Leon, Sugar, and Xander. The next? They were gone. Taken. I didn’t even know if they were alive.
And me? Naked, bruised, smelling like death and river water.
My wolf growled inside me, restless, angry, desperate. She wanted to turn back. She wanted to hunt down the Black Fang and rip every single one of them to pieces. But I clenched my fists, gritted my teeth, and forced myself to breathe.
Not yet. Not like this.
I had to be smart. I had to get to Gregor.
But first—I had to survive this forest without looking like a walking horror show.
I looked down at my makeshift hat-skirt and groaned.
“Moon Goddess help me. Because clearly, fashion won’t.”
*****
The forest was quiet. Too quiet. Like the creepy kind of quiet where every twig crack made you wonder if a serial
