Right. Because texting was so very teen.
Unsure whether he’d find me making a phone call equally amusing, I dialled Selena’s number.
She answered on the third ring and cut right to the chase. “Maddy was here, but she’s not anymore. River smells blood. I want to go inside, but Ink and River seemed to think we should ask you first.”
Blood? Check.
Potentially rabid werewolf? Check.
Of course Selena wanted to go inside.
“How far away from the house are you guys?” I asked, uncertain how close River would have had to get in order to pick up on the scent.
“We’re about a hundred yards out.”
My breath caught in my throat. At that distance, if River was smelling blood, it meant one of two things: either there was a lot of blood, or it was fresh.
“Archer,” I said.
“Yes?” His amusement seeme
