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for Daniel, he felt for me.
    I shuddered in his arms. “You are cold,” he said when our lips parted, and he held me tight in his warm embrace.
    SATURDAY MORNING
    “Is she dead?” a voice asked somewhere nearby, waking me from a deep sleep.
    “No,” a second, slightly younger-sounding voice responded.
    “I think she’s dead.”
    An “unnnmmmm” sound escaped my lips. Why did my ankle ache so badly? And why did my mattress feel more like wood slats?
    “Yep, she’s dead. He’s going to be so mad.”
    “She just made a noise, and her … um … chest … is moving up and down. Obviously, she’s not dead.”
    “Dead, dead, dead. Do you think he’ll kill us? That’s what Caleb would have done. Do you think we can request how we want to go out? I don’t want to drown. That just looks so unpleasant on TV.”
    “He’s a wolf. How would he drown you? Most likely he’d rip out your throat. And anyways, she’s not dead.”
    “It’s ‘anyway’ not ‘anyways.’”
    “What?”
    “Guys,” I tried to say, but it came out more like, “Gaaaahh.” I cleared my throat. How early was it?
    “You said it wrong. It’s ‘anyway.’ Putting an ‘s’ on the end makes you sound like an idiot. And anyway, she’s dead. How fast do you think we need to run to get to Canada before he finds out?”
    “You’re the idiot!”
    I heard a scuffle and a shout. One of my eyelids cracked open just enough to see Ryan grab Brent in a headlock right next to me. Everything else in my vision was still blurry.
    “Guys!” I shouted. “Cut it out!”
    Ryan dropped his hold on Brent, and the two snapped to attention. They stood straight as rails with their hands at their sides, like soldiers responding to the bark of their drill sergeant. I’d never get used to their response to my commands. Brent leaned slightly toward Ryan and whispered—loudly—“I told you she was dead.”
    Ryan’s nostrils flared. “Why you effing—”
    I burst out laughing at the look on Brent’s face. He could pull off that innocent, yet sarcastic “Whaaat?” look like nobody else. I’d known him for only a few days, but the kid knew how to crack me up—and I was thankful for anything that could make me smile lately. My laugh turned into a coughing fit. The two boys leaned over me like they were afraid I actually was going to die.
    I waved them off and regained my breath. “Now, would you like to tell me what the hell you’re doing in my bedroom?”
    “Oh great, now she’s lost her mind,” Brent said.
    Ryan shoved him away. “You’re not in your bedroom, Miss Grace. We helped you home last night, and you fell asleep on your porch swing. We stayed to protect you. Don’t you remember?”
    I opened both my eyes now and gave them a few seconds to focus on my surroundings. Brent. Ryan. The top branches of the walnut tree. Purple early-morning sky. Porch swing. And apparently, that thing jabbing me in the back was my cell phone, which I must have fallen asleep on top of. A vague recollection trickled into my brain, and I remembered following Daniel’s howls into the forest, then attempting to limp home on a newly rebroken ankle. I’d given up about halfway through the forest and allowed one of the two wolves who followed anxiously at my side to carry me home—only to discover that I’d locked myself out of the house. I remembered sitting on the porch swing with the intention to call my dad for help, but I must have fallen asleep before dialing the number.
    Asleep .
    Truth hit me like a smack in the face as I realized—once again—that the time I’d spent with Daniel in the Garden of Angels last night had been just a dream. It was the same vibrant memory that played in a loop in my head every time I’d allowed myself to sleep since we’d escaped from the warehouse: Daniel and me in the Garden of Angels about six months ago. Before Jude came back. Before Caleb and Talbot. Before Daniel became trapped as the white wolf. It felt like