Page 125 of Witch Undecided
“Can you check in on Wren for me? Help Conah out if he needs it?”
“Of course.”
The pressure at the base of my skull intensified. I needed to move.
The guys were waiting downstairs with The Elites. Patrol packs were on alert, headed to the edge of town in human form, awaiting a call from their alphas.
“What now?” Sloane asked.
I closed my eyes and imagined the varga’s voice, focusing on the pressure at my nape.
Find me.
The pressure intensified and then my body began to tingle. I headed for the door and the tingle grew stronger. It built as I clattered down the porch steps and into the falling snow. I made a left toward the forest and the tingle ebbed slightly.
“Cora, what are you doing?” Sloane asked.
I pressed a hand to my chest. “I think I can find them. I just need to follow the tingle.”
She gave me an odd look. “Um…Tor…”
“Cora?” Tor joined her on the porch steps.
Oh, fuck this, I didn’t have time to explain it to them. The longer we waited, the more chance I’d lose this connection. If the infection burned out, we were fucked.
I made a beeline for the garage. “We need to go now.”
Leif jogged toward me, keys jangling in his hand. “Everybody, get in your cars and follow us.”
Leif, Tor, and Rune clambered into the Rover with me.
One wolf in town could be mistaken for a huge dog breed, but several, not so much. Rune had insisted on coming, and I wasn’t about to exclude him from this, not after last night.
The engine roared to life and we were off.
I navigated based on the tingle and buzz in my body, a distinct thing to the chill that simmered in my veins.
It was a beacon calling me.
We took a left and the buzz died a little. “No. Wrong way.”
Leif continued to the roundabout as the buzz lessened and then turned the car and headed the way we’d just come. The tingle amped up. We were back on track.
Ten minutes later we were headed to the other end of town.
Tor leaned forward between the seats. “There’s nothing out there except the new construction site. They’re demolishing the warehouses to build flats.”
Yes, that had to be it. “Perfect place to stash a bunch of shifters, don’t you think?”
Tor sat back and pulled his phone from his pocket. “Head to the southeast edge of town. The Partridge Project.”
The buzz was a solid vibration in my veins now. The road ahead melted, and I was back in the room.
“You’re close,” the varga said.
“Yes. I need more information, though. The place you’re hidden in is huge. I need clues.”
She showed me the skylight and the door, eyes tracking across the unremarkable room.
