Forty-four

Malaki Crescent

Lupe managed to magic us to the packs home. Iris’s screams filled my ears, and then she was ushered into a room to where I wasn’t allowed to see her. I paced outside the door, desperately waiting for some kind of answer about what was going on. “Brother,” said Milo, “go sit down. There’s nothing that you can do. The witches are working on trying to make sure that she’s okay.”

At that point, I was sitting next to the door on the ...