MY WOLF WAS RIGHT—JACOB was living!
There was no time to hover, however, because Harry had entered the cavern. Harry, then Theta, and Claw.
Their lupine natures sucked free of their abruptly human bodies with the pop of a suction. One breath they were hellhounds. The next, their animating forces were swimming upwards and away from me.
I’d figured out the solution, but there were too many werewolves in need of saving. How could I choose who to reunite with their wolves and who to let die?
I didn’t have to. Patricia and Jacob joined me in wolf form, spreading apart to herd the spirits back toward their bodies. Three of us against three of them.
Pack, pack, pack, my wolf chanted.
Ours, ours, ours, I replied.
Patricia mimicked my earlier leap, her teeth aiming at Harry. They snapped tog
