“We’ll be careful,” I said. I did know the meaning of the word discretion.
Sometimes.
“I’m good at not being seen,” Chase told Ali quietly. “I always have been, and you know that I would never let anything happen to Bryn.”
Lake looked on the verge of chiming in, but Ali didn’t give her a chance.
“So we’re just supposed to let you three go off on your own?” she asked.
I’d known this was coming. Mitch might have understood the rationale for my plan, but Ali didn’t think like a werewolf. She thought like a mother. “Ali—”
I didn’t get more than her name out of my mouth before she cut me off.
“I know, Bryn. Believe me, I know. Your life isn’t normal. No matter how hard I try, it’s never going to be normal, and I can’t protect you from that. I can’t protect you from anything, but you can’t just expect me to be okay with the idea of you taking off for parts unknown to track down some kind of killer.” She shoved her fingers roughly through her hair, a gesture of frustration I recognized all too well. “What if it’s not Maddy?”
I’d spent so much effort trying not to obsess over the likelihood that Maddy had gone Rabid that I hadn’t let myself really mull over the alternative, either.
“Callum said …”
“Callum,” Ali said tersely, “never tells anyone more than half the story. You’ll be lucky if you got a third, tops. He’s not God, Bryn. He’s fallible. He gets things wrong.”
Right now we didn’t have much else to go on.
Ali jabbed a finger at me. “All you know is that there’s a killer who might be a werewolf, and there was a girl near the crime scene who might be Maddy. Even if the girl is Maddy and the killer is a werewolf, that doesn’t mean they’re one and the same, or that there’s anything you can do about it if they are. So you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t like the idea of my daughter tromping through some crime scene like this is CSI: Werewolf Nation.”
I waited a few seconds to make sure Ali was really done talking this time.
“I have to go,” I said, softening the words as much as I could. “Callum said Maddy’s involved, and he wouldn’t lie to me, not about this. That means that either Maddy did this, in which case it’s my responsibility to stop her, or somehow, it’s all a big coincidence, in which case, we have no guarantee the killer won’t turn around and start hunting Maddy next.”
I willed Ali to understand.
“We can’t just leave her out there alone. It’s not right, Ali, and you know it.”
She swore under her breath. Victory—but only a small one.
“I’m going with you.”
Now it was my turn to glare at her. “What about Katie and Alex?” I asked. “You really want to leave them here alone?”
That was playing dirty, but I didn’t care. Callum had said that things were going to get bloody, and there was a wolf out there hunting humans. I’d already lost one mother to a rabid werewolf. I wasn’t going to lose Ali, too.
“Perhaps I can be of some assistance.” Jed stepped into the room. I wondered how long he’d been listening.
Five minutes, Lake and Dev said at the exact same time.
“I’ll go with them.” Jed cut straight to the chase.
“You’ll what?” Ali turned her mom glare from me to Jed.
“You don’t want to send the kids off by themselves, but you’re needed here.” Jed leaned back against the wall, not coming any closer, as if he sensed he’d walked in on something so private, it was almost sacrosanct.
“I’ve got experience with killers, and Caroline is the best tracker I’ve ever met. If anyone asks, I’ll say they’re all my grandkids and we’re on summer vacation. People can’t get too suspicious of four kids and an old man.”
Caroline? Jed wanted us to take Caroline—who had been raised to kill werewolves—along on our hunt for the one Rabid we might not want to kill?
Didn’t that sound like a fundamentally bad idea to anyone else?
Ali narrowed her eyes at Jed. “I don’t like that Bryn has to do this, and I don’t want to drag Caroline into it.”
“Sitting here, doing nothing day after day, isn’t any better for her. Caroline needs this, and you need me.” Jed smiled, and for a second, I thought Ali might hit him. “If push comes to shove, I’ve got some contacts in law enforcement who might be able to get us out of a jam.”
Ali’s jaw twitched, but after a long moment, she nodded. “Fine,” she said, “but you call me every night. Every single night.”
It took me a second to realize that last statement was aimed at me.
“I’ll call,” I promised, and an instant later, she was beside me, hugging me so tightly, I couldn’t breathe.
“If anything happens to you,” Ali said, burying her face in my hair, “I’m never letting you out of the house again.”
For a few seconds, I just let her hold me. I held on to her for dear life.
Then I straightened and pushed my hair roughly out of my eyes in a gesture I’d picked up from her. “You don’t need to worry about me, Ali.”
I might as well have been telling the wind not to blow. As I glanced around the table at the others, I was suddenly overcome with a horrible sense of premonition, one that told me that everything was changing, and that once we found Maddy, things might never be the same.
I’m sorry, Callum had told me.
You need to be human for this, he’d said.
But it was his other words that haunted me, as I looked from Ali to Devon to Lake to Chase.
Every future I can find is coated in blood.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
THAT NIGHT, I COULDN’T SLEEP. WITH ALI IN MOM ON the Rampage mode, I couldn’t risk letting Chase sneak in the window, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw bodies.
My parents.
The crime scene photos.
Lucas.
Fighting it, I listened for the sound of the twins sleeping in the next room, and through the pack-bond, I felt the two of them snuggled up together like pups in a litter. No matter how many times Ali put them to sleep in separate beds, they always ended up in one. Needing to see them, I crept out of my room and into theirs.
Kaitlin’s foot was resting lightly on Alex’s cheek. His rump was up in the air. When one of them moved, they both moved. They were dreaming the same dream, colors and sounds and running.