HER ARM WAS A COLD weight at her side. She let it hang loose as she made her way downstairs in a haze. She had to find... Who? Someone. She was looking for someone. Someone important.
She needed help. Maybe. Or she was supposed to help someone?
Both. Neither. Damn, her arm hurt.
Life goes on. Didn’t life always go on?
There was someone she was supposed to find. She needed to find him.
Concentrating hard, she cleared her mind. Enough to remember. Garnett. She had to find Garnett.
Then the rest of it came back to her. They were looking for Brendan. He was missing, and they had to find him. The wolf was at the door.
She managed to get down the stairs, even though every step she took was agony. She managed to wander aimlessly down long hallways and empty rooms, without really knowing w
