“Go to the human town,” Daciana says hurriedly. “Find your boyfriend. Live there. Disappear.”
“Daciana,” Selene whispers urgently. “Now!”
Daciana pulls me toward the door, then stops, gripping my shoulders. “Astra, listen to me. Don’t ever come back here. Ever. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
“Come on,” Selene whispers.
We slip out into the night, stepping carefully over the comatose forms of Henrik and George. They’re slumped against the cottage wall, breathing deeply.
“How long do I have?” I ask.
“Don’t count on more than half an hour before they wake up and raise the alarm,” Daciana says. “Now, get on.”
She shifts into a large, brown wolf, and I realize she means to carry me to the woods. I don’t protest, even though it strikes me as odd; wolf shifters don’t ride on each other’s backs
