Chapter 42

• “Sam’s coming,” I said. Ezra’s hands dropped, but they lingered behind me, and I reluctantly pulled myself off him.
• I didn’t get or send a note, but this is where I held council now. I realized it was also where I felt the safest at this pack.
• Ezra stood and looked back at me with longing and the briefest, brightest smile I thought I might have imagined before he faded into the shadows of the bookshelves near the door. “Leave the letter in our book,” he whispered and then disappeared as if he were a shadow himself.