The thing on the floor twitched again.
Not a normal twitch. Not a dying-twitch. This one looked like a human silhouette trying to remember how to be alive. Its entire shape shimmered like silver dust held together by static. The outline of a face. Shoulders. Fingers curled like claws. It was wrong.
So wrong that my wolf shoved back from it, snarling deep inside my chest.
I stared at it for one single second and then stepped back so fast I almost tripped over Beau.
“Nope,” I said. “Absolutely not. Set it on fire. Bury it. Throw it out a window. Preferably all three.”
Jack moved in front of me, one hand reaching behind his back to make sure I stayed behind him. His claws were already out. Beau’s were too. The warriors that followed us down into the lower wing shifted partially, their ey
