Chapter Eighty Seven
CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN
Soon after we all fall asleep after the battle, though, we’re awoken by a horrible sound. I get up and open the door of the RV to see that it’s midnight, and the moon is glowing brightly. The sound is agonizing and makes me want to cover my ears, but as the Luna, I can’t just ignore it.
I walk toward the noise, noticing that many other shifters have been awoken and are also peeking out to see what’s happening.
I gasp when I realize where the sound is coming from.
Out on the sands, the spirits of the dead Arizona shifters, whose bodies have been abandoned, are crying out to be returned to their ancestral caves. Pale tendrils, like vines, or chains, are pulling up from the bodies as if they’re trying to escape, but are trapped.