“No, I don’t think so,” Luka said. “This is something else.”
Someone screamed and my wolf clawed at my insides, begging for release. The only reason I kept it at bay was that I knew the voice didn’t belong to Raven. So far, she wasn’t crying for our help and I couldn’t sense that she was in danger. Whatever was happening either muted my connection with her or she was actually doing okay. I somehow doubted in was the latter.
I stumbled forward, following the faint scent I found in the air. Finally, I reached the table where she’d been sitting. A book sat on the table.
“He must be here,” Luka said from right next to me.
I nearly jumped. “Warn a guy.”
“I thought shifters could see in the dark,” he said.
“When I’m a wolf, sure,” I said.
“Sorry, mate,” Luka said. “The decoy book is still on the table, but she’s gone.”
“He’s here and he has her,” I said.