SEVENTY-SIX

He stepped forward and took my hands in his. I looked down at them to see sparks of fire that made me snatch them back.

Magic was something I struggled with. There were no mentors, no guides, nothing. I had to work my way through it. I'd spent the last few days getting used to the feeling of something more than blood coursing through my veins and noting triggers that made me lose control of that feeling.

"Are you trying to burn yourself?" I exclaimed. My magic wouldn't hurt me but it could hurt him.

"I'm not trying to hurt myself. I'm trying to get to you." He took my hands again but I snatched them back.

"What did Clover say?" I asked, taking a seat.

"She has an idea of Skylar's whereabouts. She is likely at Blood River pack." He sank into his set, moving the things in his desk to the side. "She wouldn't give me the full details because –" He broke off and I got the feeling he was hiding things from me.

"She could be in her mum's pack but the chances of that are slim." Skylar wa