17. Of Dread And Truth

Things went back to normal as they could the following day at a school for wolves. Well, except for me and Ariah, who both hadn’t slept a wink. We kept rolling around in our beds, jumping up for every tiny sound, from a branch scraping against the window to someone moving outside in the hallway.

By two, we both gave up sleeping and played cards until the sun came up. By then, we were drowsy, giving in to sleep, only to be jarred awake by our bedside alarm.

“We can’t go on like this,” Ariah yawned, stretching out her arms above her head. “We have to do something.”

I stifled my yawn, kicking my legs over the side of the bed. “What do you reckon we can do?”

“I don’t know,” she sighed. “Can you see her now?”

I shook my head. “I hadn’t seen her again since the last time.”

“Was it the first time you saw her?” she asked. I had told Ariah about my encounter with Humphrey and that, according to her, I had the ability to see the dead. She thought it was the coolest thing ever.

I didn’t. W