POV: Dara
The fire extinguisher was heavier than it looked. I had pulled it off the hallway wall thirty seconds ago with the vague intention of it being useful somehow, and now I was standing in the gym doorway holding twelve pounds of red metal and looking at two wolves who were looking back at me with the particular expression of people who had not expected this specific development.
Good, Unexpected was the only advantage I had.
I had gotten to the school twenty minutes after Jake’s call, driving Isla’s spare car with the address Jake had given me and my grandmother’s fourth journal open on the passenger seat to the pages I needed. I had read those pages three times on the way over, committing the specific terminology to memory with the focused efficiency of someone who understood th
