Chapter 30 Suspicions Grow

• Remnants of Bobby's dream clung like cobwebs—silver eyes, ancient warnings, and the scent of smoke that seemed to follow her into waking. Rolling from tangled sheets, she dressed with mechanical precision, her mind already sharpening for what needed to come next.
• "The wolf spoke truth." Bria's voice carried an unusual gravity. "Fire burns away deception. We must be ready."
• "Ready for what?" Bobby pulled on her boots, the leather supple beneath her fingers.