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I read the message and let go of the breath I was holding in.

“They’re coming home. Apparently, they found a bag belonging to a witch.”

“They found what?” Parker frowns, coming over and taking the phone from me to read the message himself. He passes it back after, his frown only deepening. “A witch must have been hanging around in the woods where they usually go for runs. That’s kind of weird.”

“It’s even weirder that she would leave her belongings out in the open for someone else to find.”

“Oh, shit,” Parker mutters. “You think something could have happened to her?”

“I think that’s what we’re going to need to work out.”

It feels like my worst fears are getting ready to be realized.

Something’s in the woods that we need to be wary of.

At least now I have a real reason to keep Amanda from her midnight runs.

It’s not as comforting a thought as I would have expected.

Chapter five

Amanda

Bythetimewe’reshaking out our clothes and throwing them back on, Dante’s starting to seem pretty disappointed that our night in the woods has been cut short. I know how much he looks forward to our midnight runs, and how protective he is of these date nights.

This is our special thing we have that’s ours alone.

I open the car’s passenger door and pick up my jacket, taking my phone out of the pocket.

Setting the jacket back down, I text Sean, knowing he’ll be going crazy waiting for an update when I see his last messages were received more than an hour ago. I put the phone back in my pocket and put the jacket on over my dress.

“I’ve let Sean know we’re on our way back,” I tell Dante, as I watch him do his jeans back up.

My change of clothes was way faster than his, thanks to my dress and sneakers being easy to slip off and on. That’s always my dress code requirement for these nights.

“Great,” Dante says, his smile wry. “At least he won’t be having kittens by the time we get back then.”

“I know it sucks, but we can finish the date at home, and we’ll have other chances to come back out.”

It’s not like home is a bad place for him like it used to be when he was younger.

I think that might be another reason why he likes these nights out.

There’s a sort of freedom to being outside and letting our wolves out that he seems to revel in.

I get it, and I feel it, but I also love our home. The apartment feels good to me. It feels safe.

It’s where our pack is, our family.

It’s my favorite place.

Fallen Pines never felt like my home.

I spent most of my life there, and now it feels like ancient history.

I left that awful wolf town behind and found something that couldn’t be more perfect.

A hybrid academy in a town where my mates were literally right there waiting for me.

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