Chapter 15Sean shook his head and thrust a hand at Dane for help up off his knees, which were killing him. He’d swear concrete hadn’t always been this damned hard.
“Animals aren’t my thing,” he said. He’d been trying to sense it with magic for fifteen minutes with no luck, and he knew the others were getting restless, too. “About all I can tell you is I don’t think it was full-grown when it died.”
“Sure looks pretty big for all that,” said Big Frank.
“Have you looked in a mirror?” asked Dane. “How tall were you before you hit puberty?”
Big Frank laughed. Winter knelt to the bones, extended a hand, but didn’t touch them. Sean didn’t think she was a witch like he was—or maybe if she was, she wasn’t awakened yet. He hadn’t been until recently. He wondered whether he should have his Guild
