"So, are you ready to go?" Michael asked after he touched down to the ground, headed toward me. He seemed cold and distant. Perhaps he was still upset about the last battle when he carried me away.
"Nearly," I replied. "I have a feeling there's going to be more than one Dark Rider."
He looked into my eyes, never blinking. "Tell me."
As I told him everything, the wind began to pick up, blowing hard through my hair.
Michael looked up, taking in the full moon. "We don't have time for the witches to do a spell! We have to get into position!" he yelled over the din.
"We have to try," I yelled back and then turned to Michelle, who was already in her wolf form. "Keep a look out for werewolves. Holler if you need me."
"Will do," she replied, and I heard her as plain as if I were in the Pack Mind. When I nodded, she froze. "Wait. You can hear me?"
