The moon rode low on the horizon, seeming like a small boat floundering in a flood as the clouds raced past with the high wind. Sera sat in the branches of the old oak and watched, her yellow eyes drinking in the night.

She felt restless. She lifted her head and breathed in, looking for some scent, listening for some sound out of the ordinary. It was like the wind was trying to tell her something, but she didn’t have the means to decrypt it.

She’d felt on edge ever since Callum had vanished two days ago. It irked her that there had been no trace. Nothing. Not even she could have tracked him and that was saying something, since she did have the senses of a wolf.

She bared her teeth into the wind and leaped out of the tree. If her wolfish senses had betrayed her, it was time to put good old human logic to work….