ela

like a mouthful

spasm that racked my entire

ndeliers. No s

i

ttered windshield of a compact sedan. Thick, toxic smoke filled the ca

pinned tight across my collarbone, pinning me against the steering wheel. The front

rembling hand, pressi

smoke. No blood-s

enim jeans. My hands were smooth, the skin pale and completely free of the de

ew mirror, angling i

ng back was tw

es still soft with residual youth. Wide, startlingly bright blu

ncy brake and the console, its cracked

er 14

t ye

I was reborn. It was eight years ago-the exact night of my twentieth birthday

my chest, I had laid in this ditch for six hours, terrified, waiting for Greg to send a r

O

gh the dashboard, melting the plastic air vents. The fire was

completely warped, melte

nylon cut into my neck. "I didn't crawl out of

within the marrow of my fro

t the trembling submissi

imordial snarl that resonat

. My vision sharpened instantly, cutting through the black smoke like an infrare

ses of my skull-a massive, silver-furred beast rising from

fist and drove it down onto th

AC

rial latch sheared

slammed my shoulder against

A

ike wet parchment. The door flew off its fr

e gravel shoulder, scrambling on hands an

BO

e brush. A fireball tore into the midnight sk

ng, listening to the crackle of the flame

iped the soot and blood from my

bright halogen lights of the Schneider Pack t

pulse of an awakened wolf thrumming b

I whispered to the night wind