Five
Alice perched on the edge of her seat, trying not to panic. She’d snatched a moment to change while Jonah got dressed, and now she rubbed her damp palms over her shorts. She wanted to urge Jonah to drive faster, but he was already pushing his big truck well over the speed limit.
A warm calloused hand closed over hers. “Don’t worry, darlin’. We’ll find her.”
“You don’t know that,” she snapped, then sighed. “I’m sorry. I know you’re just trying to make me feel better. But we don’t even know if she’ll be there.”
“No,” he agreed. “But the pack was there earlier and you said that’s where she was headed.”
“What’s with the summer solstice thing anyway?”
“Just old stories.”
She could tell he was being deliberately evasive. “What kind of old stories, Jonah?”
“The legends say that it’s
