Grandpa John is standing there, arms crossed, grinning at me.
“You called us,” he shrugs with a matter-as-fact smile.
“I did no such thing,” I frown. Is this what Moira’s doing? Sending false messages to trap more people?
“You did,” he continues smiling. “Look.” He takes me by the hand and leads me to the edge of the hill. My breath hitches in my throat as I look down. At the bottom of the hill are hundreds, if not thousands, of wolves. I recognize wolves from Blood Moon, Starry River, Ember Moon and Blue Moon Peak. Darius, my dad, Lucas, Martin, Jack, and Maya, all of them are there, looking up at me.
“I don’t understand,” I whisper as I sit down on a rock.
“Secretus,” Grandpa John replies and comes sit next to me. “That’s Latin for secret. You see, you are more than just a purebred
