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Chapters (87)
  1. Cover
  2. Widdershins
  3. Author’s Note
  4. The Dispute at the Crossroads
  5. Lizzie Mahone
  6. Geordie Riddell
  7. Galfreya
  8. Jilly Coppercorn
  9. Hand Me Down My Fiddle
  10. Lizzie
  11. Geordie
  12. Lizzie
  13. Jilly
  14. Edgan
  15. Geordie
  16. Grey
  17. Jilly
  18. Bogan Boys
  19. Geordie
  20. Lizzie
  21. Bogan Boys
  22. The Hard Road to Travel
  23. Jilly
  24. Grey
  25. Geordie
  26. Lizzie
  27. Grey
  28. Jilly
  29. Rabedy Collins
  30. Geordie
  31. Grey
  32. Jilly
  33. Big Dan
  34. Honey
  35. Geordie
  36. Grey
  37. Jilly
  38. Lizzie
  39. Rabedy
  40. Geordie
  41. Timony Twotot
  42. Honey
  43. Joseph Crazy Dog
  44. Cassandra Washington
  45. Christiana Tree
  46. Galfreya
  47. Rabedy
  48. Grey
  49. Whiskey Jack
  50. Far from Home
  51. Lizzie
  52. Geordie
  53. Honey
  54. Grey
  55. Christiana
  56. Jilly
  57. Rabedy
  58. Timony
  59. Walker
  60. Joe
  61. Jilly
  62. Galfreya
  63. Grey
  64. Jilly
  65. Lizzie
  66. Geordie
  67. Joe
  68. Grey
  69. Jilly
  70. Joe
  71. Jilly
  72. Joe
  73. Geordie
  74. Rabedy
  75. Jilly
  76. Joe
  77. Jilly
  78. Joe
  79. Jilly
  80. Farewell and Remember Me
  81. Geordie
  82. Lizzie
  83. Joe
  84. Grey
  85. Lizzie
  86. Jilly
  87. Grey

“You want me to watch the pups while you go get a babysitter?” he asked.

I’ve already sent for one of my boys.

“Slick. I didn’t hear a thing.”

She couldn’t help herself. Her tail gave a flicker of a wag under his praise.

While we wait for my pack brother, she said to cover up her awkwardness, tell me what happened. When did you last see Jilly?

“A couple of weeks ago,” he said. “But I’d put this safeguard on her . . .”

He went on to explain how he’d woken when the safeguard had been tripped, and Jilly had subsequently disappeared when she should have been sent to the Greatwood.

“And now it’s like she’s not even in the world anymore,” he said. “Not in any world.”

I can see that, she said. This will be hard. I’ll have to go by the inside of her.

“I don’t understand.”

It’s hard to explain. She’s not in any world as we know it. She’s somewhere else—somewhere inside herself.

“Inside herself?”

She nodded. And someone’s hurting her . . .

It was always like that with men, wasn’t it? If they couldn’t hurt a stranger, or some poor mute beast, then they’d hurt one of their own.

Joe’s eyes, always unusual, flashed with strange fires in their depths, and she could smell the sudden surge of adrenaline in him.

“Who’s hurting her?” he said in calm voice that promised anything but calm.

I can’t tell. Someone she knows well.

“Is that boy of yours going to be long?”

He’s almost here.

Joe nodded, giving nothing away. But he was like a hunter, poised to launch himself at his prey.

Don’t worry, she told him. We’ll get to her in time.

They had to, she realized, or Joe would go rogue, and she was just beginning to get an inkling of how dangerous that would be. Not just to his prey, but to himself as well. She’d seen it before in the ring. If he let himself go, he might never get back to himself again. But he wasn’t some fighting dog, thrust into the ring. Power surged behind his eyes, old and dark and stronger than she’d ever imagined until this moment.

Once it was loosed, he wouldn’t be just a danger to himself and those around him.

Worlds could fall.

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