Tamara walked back into the pack house. Everyone stopped talking. Every single wolf turned to stare at her.
"You actually went," Kai said. His voice was flat. Angry.
"He knew things."
She could still see Derek sitting across from her at the coffee shop. Same booth where she'd met Jess yesterday. But instead of her best friend, a Hunter. Young, maybe twenty-five. Green eyes that didn't blink when he talked.
*"My grandmother is a seer," Derek had said, sliding more photos across the table. "She's been having visions about the Bridge for years. About you."*
*"How do I know you won't just shoot me right here?"*
*Derek had pulled open his jacket. Silver knives. A gun. Wolfsbane spray. "I'm armed. Could kill you before you shift. But I'm not going to."*
*"Why?"*
*"Because in Gran's visi
