IRIS AND CAIN SCANNED the woods for threats, checking up in the trees, down in the brush, and off in the distance in all directions. Cain’s neck and shoulder muscles remained tense. Iris had opened her mouth to speak at least a hundred times but then shut it immediately. She hadn’t spoken in the two hours they had been searching for their island’s new monster.
“We should head back. I don’t like leaving the two of them alone this long,” Cain stated, stopping abruptly, shooting a side glance toward Iris.
Iris gazed forward into the woods, brow furrowed, her thoughts still back on the beach watching Jacob build the hawk. “He shouldn’t be able to do it.”
“No, he shouldn’t,” Cain sighed. “Are you going to tell me why he can, or do I have to guess?”
“I’m not exactly sure why.”
“But you have
