She held up what was left of the pendant, showing it to Canyon. “Look at this.”
He took it and twisted it in the light. “I bought you something…”
“I threw it in the hole,” Sage said, suddenly sick to her stomach.
A mechanical arm waved from Canyon’s open truck window. Timber went over and grabbed Wulf and put him on the ground. He rolled over to Sage and opened his drawer, reaching in to draw something out.
:Kiki took good care of it, Miss Sage—
Sage sank to her knees and took the choker necklace from Wulf.
“Thank you, Wulf,” she said, looking up at Canyon, smiling. She kissed Wulf on his tablet screen. She unhooked the chain clasp, then pulled the small bit of the pendant that was left free of the chain.
“Here goes nothing,” she said, then pressed the tiny bit of her pendant into the fissure.
It fit perfectly, snapping neatly into place. The fissure and stone shone with light, appearing to meld together in a wave of heat. All fell quiet and normal again. Sage unclasped the choker and put it to her neck.
Canyon fastened it.Sexy as hell,he said, grinning.
A bit of red caught her attention at the tree line. She turned that way. It was Mina, in fox form. Mina spoke inruhi.
Sage, your mom called. Something’s happened—Paisley’s fine, I saw her with my own eyes, on the video call, but they want you to pick her up at Blue Cut Park now.
Sage swallowed hard, holding on to Canyon, looking into his eyes. “I need… I need avodescort to Blue Cut State Park.”
“I’m yourvod,” he said, taking her hand and walking with her to the truck, waving Timber and Wulf inside. They all got in their seats and drove out.
“Hey, Canyon,” Troy yelled from a truck.
Canyon stopped. “What?”
“So, whatdidthe fox say?”
Laughter rang out from all the vehicles. Timber laughed and Canyon snorted. He flipped Troy off, then turned his siren on and sped out of there.
Excitement built inside Sage.
Blue Cut State Park was outside of Serenity.
She’dnever beenoutside of Serenity before.
94—I’m Your Vod
They sped down Morning Bluff for the second time that day, Sage up front with Canyon, Timber and Wulf in back.
:4 p.m. Time for Timber’s 6th Foxglove application—
Sage grabbed her purse and slapped the back of the seat. “Put your arm up here.”
She cut the bandage off, glad to see a faded scab. She applied the Foxglove thickly, then wiped off the excess and carefully bagged the waste.
“Go ahead and try,” she said. “That was six times.”
“Shift?”
She nodded.
He shifted, black fur sprouting and face elongating, his wolf’s body looking funny inside his clothing, then he shifted back, and his forearm was unmarked.
