an hour. Sometimes I wasn’t even human long enough to really register my change of bodies in my recently wolf brain. I had no idea of how much time had passed. All those days, silently marching by me …
I stroked the wolf’s nose. It felt dusty and hard, like I was petting a shelf. I wished I was at Beck’s house, sleeping in Sam’s bed. Or even at my own house, getting ready to finish up my last month of school. But the threat of changing into a wolf dwarfed every other concern in my life.
“Grace,” Isabel said. “My father is trying to get his congressman friend to help him get the wolves off the protected list. He wants to do an aerial hunt.”
My stomach twisted again. I walked across the gorgeous hardwood floor to the next animal, a fantastically huge hare forever frozen in midjump. It had a spiderweb between its back legs. Tom Culpeper — did he have to keep pursuing the wolves? Couldn’t he stop? But I knew he couldn’t. In his mind, it wasn’t revenge, it was prevention. Righteous sword swinging. Keeping other people from suffering the same fate as his son. If I really, really tried, I could see it from his point of view and then I could stop thinking of him as a monster for two seconds, for Isabel’s sake.
“You and Sam both!” Isabel snapped. “You don’t even look bothered. Don’t you believe me?”
“I believe you,” I replied. I looked at our reflections in the shiny wood. It was remarkably satisfying to see the dim, wavy shape of my human form. I felt a wave of nostalgia for my favorite jeans. I sighed. “I’m just a little tired of it all. It’s a lot to deal with at the same time.”
“But it has to be dealt with anyway. It doesn’t matter if you like it or not. And Sam has the practical sense of a …” Isabel trailed off. Apparently she couldn’t think of anything more fanciful than Sam.
“I know it has to be dealt with,” I said wearily. My stomach lurched again. “What we need to do is move them, but I can’t think about how to do that right now.”
“Move them?”
I walked slowly to the next animal. Some kind of goose, running with its wings outstretched. Possibly it was supposed to be landing. The slanting afternoon light from above played with my sight and made the goose’s black eye look like it was winking at me. “Obviously we have to get them away from your dad. He’s not going to stop. There has to be someplace safer.”
Isabel laughed, a short laugh that was more hiss than mirth. “I love that you came up with an idea in two seconds when Sam and Cole haven’t come up with one in two months.”
I looked at her. She was giving me a smirking sort of look, one eyebrow raised. It was probably meant to be admiring. “Well, it might not work. I mean, moving a pack of wild animals …”
“Yeah, but at least it’s an idea. It’s nice to see someone using their brain.”
I made a face. We looked at the goose. It didn’t wink again. “Does it hurt?” Isabel asked.
I realized she was looking at my left hand, which had made its way to press on my side, all by itself. “Only a little,” I lied. She didn’t call me out on my untruthfulness.
We both jumped when Isabel’s phone rang.
“That’s for you,” Isabel said, before she even dug it out. She looked at the screen and handed it to me.
My stomach jolted; I couldn’t tell if it was from the wolf inside me or from sudden, inexplicable nerves.
Isabel smacked my arm; my skin crawled underneath her touch. “Say something.”
“Hi,” I said. More of a croak.
“Hi,” Sam said, voice barely loud enough for me to hear. “How are you doing?”
I was very aware of Isabel standing beside me. I turned toward the goose. It winked at me again. My skin didn’t feel like it was mine. “Better now.”
I didn’t know what I was supposed to say in two minutes after two months apart. I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to curl up against him and fall asleep. More than anything, I wanted to be able to see him again, to see in his eyes that what we had had been real and that he wasn’t a stranger. I didn’t want a big gesture, an elaborate conversation — I just wanted to know that