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I awoke on the floor in the kitchen, a knife in my hand. “What. The.Hell.” I dropped the weapon, horrified. What had happened?

Margo.

I followed her scent through the living room. The place looked trashed, but at least the furniture had stopped moving of its own accord.

Outside, Margo left a trail of fallen werewolves behind her. I spotted her walking away from Victor who lay in a daze on the ground. When she passed Mara, my friend froze to the spot, her hands clutching at her throat. Margo kept walking. I ran after her, unsure of what I was even supposed to do. Margo headed right for Nathan who had come running from somewhere, obviously looking for the source of the trouble. I heard Byron and Perdita pleading with people to calm down, but my focus was on the new girl.

I didn’t reach her in time. She stood in front of Nathan, her blue eyes staring as he fought off the presence in his body. His eyes were wild, but he had enough control left to point at me.

“Get the girl out of here. Hurry!” There was too much of the wolf in his voice. I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed Margo’s arm, refused to let go, and dragged her away from the houses. Behind us, Nathan was bent over, breathing heavily as he tried to contain his wolf.

“Gone,” Margo said in a daze. “It’s gone.”

I shoved her off our territory. “What did you do to us?” I demanded.

Her eyes were still blue, and her voice lifeless. “Nothing yet.” She shook herself off, her gaze searching for something. She looked at me as though for the first time, her gaze grey and terrified. “What didyoudo? Was kissing me some kind of prank, too? What’swrongwith you people?”

She turned on her heel and ran away from me, almost falling in her haste. I watched her go, a storm of emotions fighting for centre stage. I had kissed her—Ilikedher—but strange things happened around Margo Harding, things I couldn’t explain.

As she ran down the road, Chloe and Emma met her as though they had been waiting for her, and the girls held hands, talking excitedly as they hurried away as a group. Nothing strange happened between them. At least I knew Margo would get home safe.

A couple of stragglers hurried past me. The party was definitely over.

As I headed back toward the bonfire, I pulled out the shards of glass I could reach, which wasn’t many. Perdita found me and ushered me into Byron’s house where an emergency meeting was being held.

Dom looked me over sternly. “He shouldn’t be here.”

“He’s hurt,” Perdita said sharply. “I can help him and listen at the same time.”

“I’ll do it,” Nathan said, calmly steering me away from Perdita. She felt our injuries too strongly as his mate, worried too much as a human. And it wasn’t Dom’s business anyway.

“What the hell happened out there tonight?” Byron demanded.

The lights in the room flickered.

“I think it’s still happening,” I whispered.

“What?” he barked. “Dorian, what did you say?”

The wolf cringed backward, and I had to work up my courage just to speak again. “Thisis what happened.” I gestured toward the flickering lights. We all jumped as a door slammed shut somewhere upstairs. “They had a spirit board, and everything started going crazy when we used it.”

“You used a spirit board?” Perdita asked in disbelief. “What were you thinking?”

“That it’s stupid,” I said. “We didn’t believe in it. But… everyone wanted to play a joke, and I suppose… something went wrong.”

“Wait here,” Perdita said and ran from the room. She was back within minutes, her face pale. “It was Amelia’s. They took her board and used it on Halloween.”

No way could the night get worse. Amelia would freak when she found out we touched her stuff.

“But how could the board work for a bunch of kids?” Nathan asked.

“Amelia and I were a bunch of kids when we used it,” Perdita said. “Amelia’s link to her dead ancestor only increased when she used the board.”

I shrank into myself, wishing I was anywhere else. What a disaster.

“What are you saying happened?” Dominic asked. “That atowniesomehow linked to Amelia’s ancestor?”

Perdita wrapped her arms around herself. “I don’t know what happened. That’s why we need Amelia back.”


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