It was nearing 9 PM, and my phone vibrated as a text message came through. It was from Malachi and I opened it quickly. Malachi never texted me. I hurriedly put on a tracksuit and sneakers. James walked into my room without knocking, having received the same text from Garrick.
Malachi: Get to the den. Urgent.
“What could be so urgent and why are they at the den?” James asked.
“No clue, but we had better get there,” I said and grabbed my keys.
We were planning on a midnight run. At midnight, James and I would be eighteen, and we wanted to be in wolf form when the moon was at its highest at midnight in the clearing.
We drove to the den, unsure of what to expect when we got there. Malachi and Garrick stood outside, and we saw them when the Jeep’s lights illuminated them. The den was bath
