Page 45 of Who Let The Wolves Out?

I’m already walking.

Fast.

Toward the trailhead.

“Dude, where are you going?” he calls, hurrying after me.

“To find her.”

“I said I checked already?—”

I spin, fast enough that Zak stumbles to a halt. “Youlosther.”

“She’s probably fine—just wandering. It’s not even raining yet?—”

“Not yet.” I growl it more than say it. “But it’s coming. And you left her in the woods. Alone. Atdusk.On a full moon.”

Zak pales.

I feel the shift pulling at me, just beneath the surface.

Not now. I can’t let it out now.

I breathe. Focus.

“She could be scared. Hurt. You have any idea how far she could’ve gotten in twenty minutes?”

“I—I don’t know,” he mutters. “I thought?—”

“You didn’tthink.You left her.”

He opens his mouth like he’s going to argue, but the look on my face must shut him up fast.

I turn back toward the woods. Strip off my hoodie and toss it to the grass.

“Stay with the rest of your cabin,” I snap. “Tell Julie.”

“Jason, wait—shouldn’t we go together? I can help?—”

“No.”

My voice cuts sharp through the air.

He backs off.

I don’t give him a second glance.

Because every second is ticking like thunder in my chest. My pulse is wild, my vision sharpening.

I canfeelthe woods calling.

She’s in there. Somewhere.

And I don’t care what it takes?—

I’m going to find her.

The moon’s pulling at my spine, creeping into my bones, and all I can think is that there’s a kid out there—mycamper—alone in the woods, scared, stumbling around on legs she barely knows how to use.

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