15. Someone grabbed my arm. Callie. Her eyes were wide with alarm. “Emmy? Are you okay?” I blinked at her. It took me a while to realize my mouth hung wide open. I closed it, breathing hard, my chest fluttery, blinking more, struggling to make her come into focus. “Emmy? What’s wrong?” She held onto my arm. “Nothing,” I managed to say. “I’m okay.” Her pale green eyes studied me. “You had the weirdest look on your face. Like you were going to faint or something.” I saw that the others were staring at me, too. “That phone call,” Callie said. “Did you get bad news?” “No … I…” I didn’t know how to answer her. Glancing down, I realized I still had the phone gripped tightly in my hand. I pressed it to my ear. “Sophie? Are you still there? Sophie?” Silence. “My sister,” I told them, tucking the phone into my jeans. “She thinks she saw the wolf. She got totally freaked.” “The wolf? Really?” Roxie stepped over to me. “Where’d she see it?”
