Helen’s POV
“Helen?” Randy called into the forest. The sharp bite of worry cut across his tongue.
I heard his footsteps pounding toward me, and he skidded to a stop in the clearing just a little bit away from Juden’s mangled body, which had shifted back into a human form on its own.
“Oh, my God! What happened here?”
Randy had his phone out, ready to dial. I leaped at him and swatted the phone from his hand. It fell to the ground, just missing a puddle of blood.
“No! You can’t call anyone,” I ordered him.
He gaped at me, mouth open; all color had gone from his face. “Why in God’s name not?” he demanded. “What happened?”
I stuffed back a shudder. “I’ll tell you, but you have to promise . . . promise me you won’t tell anyone else.”
His gaze raked over me, head to toe, taking in
