“Not another word, missy.” She pointed a finger at me. “I’m old, not senile, and I will sit you in the corner until you’re my age if you try and lie to me.”

I ducked my head. “Yes, ma’am.”

“I’ve got her.” Isaac had scooped up Dell while Aunt Dot dressed me down. “Let’s get moving.”

I set out in the general direction where Graeson had taken me, wishing I had a warg’s keen sense of smell to help me navigate the woods. Trails forked off the main one, and I had no idea if I was leading my family toward Silverback Lane or on a wild-goose chase.

Until we turned a bend and found ourselves staring at four silver bullet-shaped trailers all huddled in a tight circle.

“We don’t have time for this.” Isaac shifted Dell in his arms. “I can’t hold her forever.”

Dell was lean and muscular and leggy, which meant she was also heavy. Unconscious, she was dead weight.

“She’s a donor.” Isaac speared me with a glare. “Take her blood and tap into that bond you mentioned.”

“The bond shattered.” I glared right back. “That’s what’s causing this.”

Aunt Dot rested a hand on my shoulder. “Can you reach her through the blood connection?”

“Yes. Sort of.” I rubbed my face. “It’s confusing. It’s quieter and not as strong without Graeson.”

“Give it a try,” she urged. “Otherwise we’ll have to put her inside and wander around until we find someone willing to help.”

The idea of bumping into Imogen or Aisha curdled my gut. All I needed was another fight on my hands while Graeson was nowhere to be found.

“I’m sorry, Dell.” I took her hand and pierced her with my spur. Pelt sprouted almost the instant her taste registered in the back of my throat. The mental connection hummed between us, a familiar, unlit path I tread carefully. “Can you hear me?”

“Cam?” Her body jerked hard once. “I want to go home.”

“We’re trying to get you there, but I got us lost. Can you help?”

More fevered judders as her mind rose to wakefulness. “Follow the pictures.”

Before I could ask what she meant, a barrage of images flooded my mind. Each shot leapt several yards forward like an album being flipped. The knowledge settled, and I lined up the first shot with the trees ringing the clearing.

Facing straight ahead, I waved my family on. “I’ve got it.”

Walking while two images superimposed one another kept me stumbling. The difference in our heights meant the mental pictures taken from her perspective were off just enough to make coordinating my feet and thoughts almost impossible.