Falling for a Phantom in Time
"There's no time to cry, Carly. Go to Mist Valley. You have to go there. That's where the most effective cure, the Moonlight Flower, grows. I planted it when I was 18. It's the only hope left."
We hit the road again.
This time, I gripped the wheel and drove through the downpour.
The broken werewolf ghost sat in the passenger seat, using his only remaining right hand to guide me.
"Turn left… There's a pit ahead… Carly, hang in there."
18-year-old Ronan's voice grew weaker and weaker, fading like he might vanish any second.