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Chelsea floated home, her head swimming with excitement, fear, and a million questions.
Sage ran ahead of her. The hawk followed above, soaring over her head, watching her every move. When she got to her back deck, the hawk landed on a tree branch beside the shed.
“Don’t worry, Red will be back soon. She’s doing well, honest. You need a name, too.” At that moment the hawk lifted one leg and started to groom, stretching out his talons. “How about Talon? Do you like that?”
A voice sounded behind her. “A perfect name.”
Chelsea spun around. Chloe, her spirit sister, was sitting in one of the lawn chairs. “Jesus. You have to stop scaring me.”
“Sorry.”
Sage ran up the steps and sat down in front of Chloe, c*****g her head from side to side.
“She can see you?” Chelsea asked.
“All ani
