Chapter 102

Abby

I had been filling myself with moonlight since sunset.

Imogen had taught me to think of it like water poured into a cup. In human form, I couldn’t hold much. A cupful. Maybe two, on a night like this. But for three hours I had sat at the window of the training hall with the full moon on my face and my hands open in my lap, drawing it in slowly, the way she had made me practice every night for a week. By the time the howling started, I was so full of it that my fingertips tingled.

Chloe and Noah were at the doors in wolf form, Skye tawny and Kai black, both of them restless. Imogen stood beside me at the window with her arms folded and her rings catching the light.

From up here I could see the whole north field.

I could see Kade.

Not well. Knox was one black shape among dozens in the gray grass. But I didn’t need my eyes. Since the cabin, I had always been able to find him, the way you know where your own hand is in the dark. Through th