Sixty-seven:
Madeline Wilkes
On a balcony out in Seattle, the hair on the back of Delphine Thayer’s neck stood up. Her mate, Madeline Wilkins, sat next to her drinking a cup of coffee and watching the sun rise. “Is everything okay, sweetheart?” she asked. Madeline looked like the spinning image of her younger sister November, and Delphine looked exactly like a Thayer wolf. Blond haired and blue eyed.
“There’s something wrong,” said Delphine. Her voice had an otherworldly, out there quality as if she were only really partly there. Madeline had heard that voice before. It was the voice Delphine normally got when she was seeing things she shouldn’t. Wolves weren’t supposed to have magic, but Delphine was a little different.
Before her parents had realized that Delphine and Madeline we
