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Connell watched Sammy play outside from an upstairs window. His father had decided he should stay at their house rather than being sent home in his condition.
It was a good idea. Now that Sammy was a shifter again, he could be in danger of being struck down and robbed of his second form twice. Not to mention the fire danger…
“Any word from Logan yet?” his father asked, joining him at the window.
“Not yet. But she warned me she’d have to leave the island before she could get in touch. Phones don’t work there.”
He’d shared what little he knew about the place with his father and Mara. The chief had been intrigued. Mara hadn’t cared. She was very quiet these days.
“We’re missing something,” Douglas said, his gaze on Sammy. “There’s an explanation hidden in all this mess.”
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