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following me.
    Your hunter. He had said it so plainly, as if I should just accept that he was there to kill me. I’d reacted purely on instinct, my rattled brain pulling some self-defense move that I had learned years before. I hadn’t stuck around long enough to see the look on his face, but I guessed that he wasn’t too pleased at being kneed in the groin.
    Serves him right. He seemed like an asshole anyway.
    An asshole who saved your butt from that wolf.
    I slowed my pace and glanced one more time over my shoulder. But why did he rescue me from the wolf—the talking wolf—if he only meant to kill me? My thoughts were frantic, muddled, twisting around the facts of the night—facts that could only be possible in some messed-up kind of nightmare. But it was real. The wolf’s drool caked my neck, its gross crust flaking on my skin. And that man, Caleb, well, he was for sure real. It was odd. After the initial shock had worn off I had felt kind of safe in his arms as he carried me. I hadn’t even struggled as he swept me off to god knows where. What the hell was up with that? Such a conflicting feeling considering that he was supposed to be hunting me.
    I paused at the corner of my street, panting as the growing hitch in my side threatened to send me crumbling to the curb. “I’m out of shape,” I gasped and lowered my hands to rest above my knees, my body bent over as I sucked air into my lungs with deep gulps.
    I realized I still wore the ridiculous cloak that Caleb had put on me—was drowning in it in fact, the course wool scratchy against my arms. I stood and fingered the clasp at my neck. He had said that as long as I wore it I would be safe.
    But safe from what, or whom?
    I glanced over my shoulder again, but there was nothing to indicate that man or beast was following me. I swung my head back and squinted down the street. I could make out my house in the distance. Not far to run, with or without the cloak.
    You gonna believe some strange man or you gonna start believing in yourself?
    I unclasped the clip and let the cloth slip from my shoulders to the ground. I didn’t want any reminder of this crazy night. It was going to be hard enough to reason away a talking wolf let alone some supposedly protective cloak. I stepped out of the many folds as they pooled at my feet, then took off running again and made it to my house in less than a minute.
    I paused at the white picket gate that surrounded my small front yard, the slow creep of fear once again descending. My scalp prickled, goose bumps raised on my flesh. My porch was dark, as usual, and I cursed myself for never getting around to replacing the burnt-out bulb. I squinted into the darkness. Someone was there, standing on my porch.
    “Morgan?”
    Relief flooded through me as I recognized the voice. “Jimmy?” And only hours before he was the last man you ever wanted to see. “Oh my god, Jimmy, you’ll never believe what just happened.”
    He stepped off my porch and quickly walked to meet me at the sidewalk. “Are you okay? Rachel called me.”
    “Rachel?” My mind was whirling again. How could I have forgotten about my friend?
    Jimmy nodded, his gaze soft with concern. “Yeah, she called about a half hour ago. Said that she’s at the hospital.”
    “The hospital? Is she okay?” Terror spiked again. What if the wolf or the hunter had gotten Rachel?
    Jimmy reached out and gripped my shoulders. “Calm down. Rach will be okay. She’s got a broken arm, nothing serious. She said that there was some crazy panic at the carnival, and that a bunch of people rushed to the exit at the same time. She got caught up in the stampede and was knocked down, trampled a little. She wanted me to make sure you were okay. You weren’t answering your phone.”
    I nodded distractedly. Stampede, of course, Rachel had been caught up in that crush of people. The people running from the wolf. The wolf that didn’t exist.
    Yeah, right. Keep telling yourself the crusted