CHAPTER 41Kira found herself standing in a silent forest of lodge pole pines. It was dark and cold here — the trees grew together so densely that she couldn’t see the sky or anything beyond the forest. Nothing grew in the shade of the ominous pines. Only a scattering of evergreen needles and pinecones coated the forest floor.
Kira was in wolf form. She padded silently through the darkened woods, looking for something. What it was, she wasn’t quite sure. When she tried to concentrate, her head and neck began to hurt. She tried to paw her neck with a foreleg and pain shot through her. Strong, invisible hands gripped her legs.
Don’t let her scratch it, a familiar woman’s voice said.
Kira looked up, and the canopy of trees melted before a brightly glowing ball of light. A whine escaped her
