Chapter 11. Grandpa's Machines

Rae POV

I woke up the next morning in a room with my own lock, in a building full of werewolves, and the first thing I felt was hungry.

Like I hadn't eaten in a week, which was almost true.

I lay there and tested the thought. Werewolves. Wade on the granite with his head on my boots. Eli at the gate, breathing me in. Birdie looking at me like I was a puzzle she'd half solved.

It should have felt impossible. Instead, it felt like the last missing bolt in an engine I'd been trying to assemble. Every strange look. Every locked door. Every morning Mom stood over me until I swallowed.

If one of those animals gets close enough to smell her.

She'd known. Of course she'd known.

I got up and went looking for bre