Claire's POV
I sit cross-legged on Thomas's study floor like some kind of demented college student cramming for finals. Except instead of studying for a psychology exam, I'm trying to figure out where a bunch of psycho werewolves want to hold their little tea party of doom.
Maps cover every inch of the hardwood around me. Pack territories, hunting grounds, abandoned buildings—you name it, I've got it spread out like the world's most depressing puzzle. My notebook sits open on my lap, filled with scribbled notes that probably look like hieroglyphics to anyone else.
"The Silver Creek resort's been abandoned for what, five years now?" I ask, tapping my pen against the page.
Thomas adjusts his wheelchair closer to get a better look at the map I'm pointing to. "Six. Closed after that scanda
