It was much later than he’d hoped. He kept imagining Zoe and Blue alone in the woods with a werewolf, where he had sent them. He was trying very hard not to think about the sheep or Pelly. Not that my being there will be much help . . . but still, I would rather be there. Keiko could just turn into a fox and escape if she needed to. Logan wondered if she’d stay to help if the others were attacked. He found that a bit hard to imagine. Finally the trees of the reserve loomed up ahead, and he skidded into the parking lot on his bike. Zoe waved him over to where she, Blue, and Keiko were crouched in the shadows behind the restroom building. “Sorry,” he whispered as he joined them. “My dad was up typing on his computer for an hour longer than I expected. I finally stuffed pillows in my bed and went out the same window Squorp came in, except it turns out that’s a lot easier with wings, because there are these dumb hedges right out there that tried to eat me alive.” He brushed leaf debris out of the short, dark fuzz of his hair.
