Nora's POV
"If that thing out there is a werewolf, I swear..." My jaw tightens and the overhead lights begin flickering erratically. James's blue eyes flash with fury as he drops his phone and rushes from the room.
"Let's go," I tell my familiars and Zerra, drawing a deep breath and squaring my shoulders.
Frustration and rage bubble up inside me as I race down the stairs, jam my feet into my boots, and chase James through the open back door.
The frigid night air slams into me, making me regret not grabbing my cloak. Too late now.
I break into a run. Barking echoes from the woods, followed by a sharp, pained yelp.
"Move," I command my familiars, who streak ahead into the darkness.
Moonlight floods the yard, illuminating everything in silver. I don't need to summon magical light until I plunge into the forest, where thick branches block out the lunar glow.
