Chapter 9When Ama reached the shelter, following a deep compulsion to protect her almost lover, she was greeted by a tracker. She wished for a better sense of smell so she could tell what type of magical being he was. She only knew he was a tracker because when he showed her his badge and declared this a crime scene, she read “Tracker Central” on it. She whispered in his ear, “My…” What exactly was Rose to her? “One of my volunteers came here looking for something. She’s a wolf too and—”
“We sent her back to the campus.”
Ama’s gut tightened. “Are you sure she went?”
He frowned at her. “Do you have any reason to suspect otherwise?”
“She’s stubborn and…” Ama swallowed. “She’s a death-reader. I think she feels responsible for the women here because one of them died, as she sees it, on her
