Now, I just hoped they had some brilliant ideas on how to save my brother. That seemed like a long shot when I wasn’t even sure what was wrong with him.
I sighed and pushed my plate away. I’d managed half a burrito, but I couldn’t eat one more bite. Nerves made it barely possible to sit still.
Muraco cleared his throat and everyone quieted. His white hair was long and shaggy. He was the only werewolf I’d ever seen that actually looked old, which I was pretty sure meant he was ancient. His skin reminded me of Tía Rosa’s—paper-thin and wrinkly. He moved slowly, pulling an envelope from the back pocket of his jeans and sliding it across the table. “I was away the last few days, working on something for you.”
Something for me? Weird. I tore the envelope open and emptied its contents. It was
