Chapter Twenty-Five
It was time. The sun was making its way lower and lower toward the horizon and the crown of the serpent’s head. I knew this was happening, but I couldn’t see it for myself.
We weren’t on the mound, we were at the Ohio Bush Creek. The elders had granted me access, but not through the top of the mound. Luckily, I’d found another way in.
“What if they’re down there?” said Skye. She pressed her palms together in a prayer pose beneath her chin.
“They were in the north recently.” Skully scratched at her heart until her claw snagged in the fabric of her shirt. “Saka said they found a pair of ten-year-old wolves a couple of months ago. They’ll probably hit Canada next.”
“Yeah,” said Skye. “If nothing else, those deadbeats are consistent in being wholly unpredictable and no
