“Do you have a guess, Wrynn?” I ask her. “About what might have happened to Elora?” Wrynn looks at me and nods. “Only it ain’t a guess.” Her eyes are dead serious. “I waited one hundred and one days, so I can tell da secret now.” Something skitters in the back of my mind, like a spider. Some bit of a story I’ve almost forgotten. “What happened to Elora, Wrynn?” She buries her face against my side. “It got ’er, Grey.” “What got her?” “Da rougarou.”
