"Do it." Michael looked at me, holding the Wendigo's head steady.
I nodded once and stood over it, ready to thrust my hand into its chest, when faint rays of morning sunlight streamed down from the heavens, piercing the darkness of the night.
All of a sudden, the Wendigo's body started to shake and shiver, morphing and changing until it was a human girl with long dark curly hair, the girl from the diner—Jasmine.
I stopped in mid-air, my hand just over her chest.
"Where am I?" she asked, her eyes wide. "Get off me! Let me go!"
No one loosened their grip as I looked into her eyes. "What is the last thing you remember?"
"I was looking in the river, wondering whether or not to go see Bash when the moon came up." Tears streamed down her cheeks. "But he'll never forgive me."
"She's lying," Raina said, shaking her head. "She's playing on our sympathies. It's a good thing Bash can't hear this."
