“Hey,” said the Native American man. He had a deep voice, the one she remembered calling to her in the darkness of her terror. Surely he hadn’t been in the pack meeting room, though that had been where she’d heard him.

“Stay here, sweetheart,” he said. “Stay with me.”

She put her hand to the side of her neck, felt the sting of the open wound and the stickiness of blood. But she didn’t look at her hand. She couldn’t take her eyes away from the man who had spoken to her.

He was scary—she knew people were scared of him. How did she know that? And why did it make her sad? Jeepers, her mind was in a muddle. She had to cling to the present moment because she was in danger—later, when she was safe, she could figure it all out.

Why did she want to go to him?

Someone growled and she jerked her eyes to the second man. Second werewolf, she understood. They were both werewolves. His face was twisted in rage and her breath caught.

“Tag,” said the first man without looking away from Anna. “Go back up to the sign. You are scaring her.”

Tag. She should know that name. She knew that name.

She put her hands up to her face, covering her eyes. Stupid thing to do, the scared woman inside of her said. But there was something wrong with her vision; she was seeing two different things and she didn’t know what was real. “Seeing” was the wrong verb, but she couldn’t find a better one. “Remembering” wasn’t the right word, surely.

“Anna.” His voice was very soft.

She jerked her hands away from her face and saw that the other stranger, the one with red hair, had gone away. Her werewolf had taken a seat on the ground.

Hers.

“What is scaring you?” he asked. Then even more softly, “Why are you afraid of me?”

She knew not to talk to them, to the dominant wolves. That never went well. She’d been taught better. She raised her hand to her jaw, but that had healed a long time ago.

“Anna? Will you tell me? I would like to know what’s going on.”

She made a sound that was half laugh, half sob. She would like to know that, too. She opened her mouth to tell him about where she had been before she’d suddenly found herself here on the side of a mountain. Maybe he knew how she’d gotten here.

But what came out of her mouth was “Justin.”

He half closed his eyes as they flared to an even brighter gold and his whole body twitched, causing her to flinch back. There was a long moment of silence.