Silas leapt up from the couch with such grace it was as if he was never asleep, and I scrambled after him.
“What do you mean there’s something wrong?” he asked, as he yanked on his jacket by the front door. It was still ajar, and blistering cold wind blew into the house.
“C-Cujo acting funny,” I stuttered, my hands trembling as I tried my hardest to put on my shoes as quickly as Silas was, “and Reid walked out the front door, but when I ran outside to follow him, he was gone.”
Silas headed out into the frigid, cold night without another word, and I hurriedly tugged on my coat as I followed him, ignoring the freezing air that nipped at my bare legs.
“Reid!” I shouted desperately. “Reid!”
My Wolf was pitifully whimpering once again, but I was on the verge of tears with her. Silas and
