“Hey, I know it was dark when we rode to the cabin and all, but none of this looks familiar,” I said, looking around the woods, “Aren’t we going back the way we came? I thought you said the Sisters, or Daughters, or whatever you called them, were near my car.”

Arion shook her head, her mane whipping like weeds in a hurricane. She stomped her foot. Isobeau patted her neck.

“You will be unable to return to the fire. There is nothing there now,” Isobeau ...