I hadn't gone as far as I'd feared. My wolf had run all the way to the woods around Hutchinson River in Westchester. Amara sat next to me in her small car, turning the heater on as if she thought I was cold. I wasn't. I was burning with fear and anger and insecurity.
She'd found me with a spell. A Blood finding spell, which she'd activated with a string of hair Red had found on the pillow in his room.
She'd driven herself all the way here because Red still couldn't leave the Lair at the time. Amara didn't look mad or even a little pissed off that we'd wasted a whole day for no reason at all. I was thankful for that.
"You okay? You want something to eat? I've got candy," she said and reached for her backpack in the backseat, but I shook my head.
"I'm good, thanks."
