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My feet halt on their own accord, the hairs on my skin stand at attention, my wolf half growling inside of me in restlessness.

"We heard her just a moment ago." His complaint is growly and filled with irritation.

"I know." My response is immediate and angry as well.

I try to reach out to her again but to no avail. Something is even more wrong than it was when we first entered the woods. My fingers turn her bracelet this way and that, using the warmth that somehow still lingers on it to try and feel her. I don't.

"Something's wrong." He complains again.

"I would really appreciate...