Ninety-one:
November Wilkins
There were two ghosts standing in front of her. Except that ghosts weren’t solid, and these definitely were, which she knew because she had slapped both of them. Hard. They looked like Delphine Thayer, Noel’s sister, and Madeline. Her sister. Who was supposed to be dead. She had gone to the funeral for both of them.
November had grown up around magic. She knew that there were plenty of ways to alter an appearance using magic. Whoever was standing in front of her, pretending to be two people November cared about, she was going to rip them to shreds. Her wolf took over without her even thinking. And then she heard a low growl----and realized it was Noel, pinning her to the floor, in his wolf form. She could hear him in her head. November, stop! It was so lo
