"H-he just tried walking into the fire," Greta stuttered. "Why would he do that? Why would he do that?"
Graeme shoved himself off of Andreas, pointing to the elder as he rose. "Get him back in a cell and stay here to help protect the rest of the pack. I'm going to find August."
"Everyone will help find her," Sam told him, rushing over to grab Andreas from the ground with Graeme's jacket still covering him.
"I'm the only one who can scent her," Graeme reminded them before sprinting off toward the woods with Lucas following on his heels.
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August was panting, stumbling after Sage in this stupid mermaid dress that was keeping her from running as quickly as possible. What was worse was that she was holding Sage back, because he was slower trying to keep hold of her hand.
"Sage—go!" she told him. "Go get Graeme. You're faster without me."
He paused, looking back at her briefly with wide, worried eyes. "I can hide us," he suggested.
