Ryan arrives at my dorm first thing Saturday morning. He is my dad’s answer to the question of whether it might be risky to go see the possible witch with Ronnie. My dad had his investigative team do some digging into her to see if anything suspicious turned up, and though nothing did, he still wants me to take backup. My idea was to take Tyler and Matt, but Dad pointed out that neither of them can smell or sense the way werewolves can, so Ryan would be a better choice. That way I’ll have a second set of senses and some backup werewolf strength, just in case. I don’t disagree. Ryan calls me when he arrives, waking me up. Even though I knew he would be coming, I didn’t realize he was taking such an early flight. “I’m downstairs,” he tells me after I groggily answer my phone. “I suppose

