“Cool. Great. Let’s play a different game. Do you know where the hell I
am?” he wheezed.
I sighed and rubbed my temples. “In my room, rummaging through my
shit like a drugged-out badger, by the sound of it.”
“Close. I’m on a ladder trying to get to your open window to check if
you’re dead or not. Unfortunately, it’s a little short and pretty unstable.”
I leapt off my stool. “Are you nuts?”
“You weren’t answering your phone, and your door is locked. When I
saw the open window, I was worried you’d been abducted or something!”
“I’m fine!” I snapped. “I’m in Dockside with Jaxson and Sam, and we—"
Casey made a strangled sound. “Oh, my gods, Savannah, you didn’t have
him over last night, did you? I thought I heard a man snoring this morning. It
was like a lumberjack choking to death on a muffin. Tell me you two weren’t
—”
“No! Seriously? I got up early and left. I locked my door without thinking
and then couldn’t get my cell.” I thanked God that we were talking on the
phone and that Casey never seemed able to pick up my lies.
“Okay. Good. Because Mom would kill you. What are you doing in
Dockside, anyway?”
I ran my hand through my hair in exasperation. “Shit is going down up
here, and we need your help. That circle of protection that Aunt Laurel made
around my bed, do you know how to make one of those?”
“Yes. But I’m not making one for your wolfy love den, if that’s what
you’re thinking.”
“No! Damn it, get your head out of the gutter.” My fingernails were
beginning to itch. I tried to steady my voice. “Last night, the sorcerer put
twenty-one wolves to sleep, and we don’t know how to break the spell. He’s
going to keep doing it. We need a way to protect these people while we bring
him down. Could you make a giant circle of protection in like, I don’t know,
a gymnasium? Somewhere a lot of people could gather.”