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Through the rain, I could make out the white silhouette of a person clutching the trunk of tree for support, his lower half obscured by branches. I turned around, almost slipping in the mud with my haste. A voice I feared I’d never hear again … And when I did, it made my heart almost seize up in my chest. A raspy voice, barely audible in the roar of the rain. I took a few steps in the direction we’d been heading. Even with my super vision, I couldn’t see farther than a few feet in this storm. I tried to brush it away, but it did no good. How was I going to find him again? Rain ran down my forehead from my hair into my eyes. Had the lightning scared him off? I couldn’t make out his trail in the saturated ground. “No” I said, turning frantically in a circle, looking for him. The place where he’d sat was completely empty. I blinked several times, and when I regained my vision, the white wolf was gone. I looked up and was momentarily blinded by the sharp light. Lightning burst in the sky directly above. Power exploded from the stone so forcefully that it pushed me back and I fell into the mud, losing my grip on the white wolf. Suddenly, shards of light shone out from under my hand-emanating from the burning stone itself. It started in my toes and then rushed up my legs into my chest, making my heart feel like it might burst, and then into my arms, hands, and then the moonstone. “Come back to me,” I said to Daniel, and a jolt of energy flowed through me. The warm stone grew hotter and hotter in my hand, searing like a piece of brimstone into my flesh, but I didn’t let go.
Every particle of love I had for Daniel in my heart-in my soul-I tried to direct into him. I took several deep breaths, cleared my mind, and opened myself up to channeling all of my positive energy into that stone. I was afraid I was hurting him-but I had to push that fear away. I clasped one hand behind his uninjured shoulder, and then with my other hand, I pressed the stone as hard as I could against his chest. I draped the moonstone necklace around the wolf’s neck. “Dear God, I hope I’m doing the right thing.” I needed to do it now, or it would be too late. I didn’t have much time before we’d be discovered.
I heard a shout from somewhere off in the distance-but too close for comfort. I held the means in my hand, but the strength to do it had to come from inside of me. Not only had I prayed for guidance, I’d also prayed for the ability to bring Daniel back to me. It seemed heavy all of a sudden, like the weight of my decision was encapsulated in it. I pulled the moonstone from my neck and held it dangling from its long string.
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I could feel the heat of the moonstone resting against my chest, and I remembered what Gabriel had said about how to change Daniel back. Those hunters would be looking for a wolf, not a boy. If he were human, he would be much easier to hide. If only he were in human form-his front leg would be his arm instead, and he wouldn’t have to use it to run. I knew he wouldn’t be able to run any longer on his injured leg. We made it about twenty more feet before he stopped again, almost collapsing. He panted several times and then limped forward. What on earth was I going to do? How could I hide a giant, injured, white wolf? “Did you get hit by one of those bullets?”
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He shook one of his front legs, and I noticed a patch of blood on his shoulder. But the growl broke off into another whine. He looked back in the direction from where we’d come-back to where the hunters were-and growled. He whimpered as he sat, shaking his head in what seemed like frustration-or pain. He whined, then took another few limping steps, and then came to a halt. His fur was as soaked as my clothing, water dripping off his muzzle. Where was I going to hide a giant white wolf?ĭaniel’s footfalls started to falter. We headed in the direction of my house because I didn’t know where else to go. It’s not like I made a habit of knocking people out. What if Pete’s uncle Jeff had recognized me? Would he remember who I am? With that much money on the line-not to mention wanting to get even with someone who’d bashed you in the head with a rifle-I knew those two hunters would probably come looking for us as soon as they regained consciousness. Our feet sank deep into the mud with each step, but I prayed the rain would wash away our trail. I carried the two rifles I’d taken off the hunters and ran through the forest with the great white wolf at my side. Like a full-on monsoon had blown into Minnesota. Chapter Seventeen N OT O UT OF THE W OODS Y ET
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