Selina was right. There was nothing we could find about The Hunters, not even a footstep. They are brilliant, covering all of their bases staying anonymous. Instead, we went through the debris, seeing if we could find anything of Summer and Nora’s that survived the fire.
“The station wagon is Nora’s,” Selina pointed out to me. “We might have some luck and find some of their stuff in there.” She was right. We found a lot of things, pictures, awards, some of Summer’s baby clothes. The rest of the stuff were books of spells, potions, and medical.
“What are we going to do with all of this?” Jules asked me, clapping me on the back. “You know Ron would kill us if we tried to load all of it into the plane.”
“And it’s a long drive back to the pack,” I told him.
“How about we take it back to
