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THE darkness bothered Bran not at all as he followed Tag’s directions to the place he and Charles had thought would be the best starting point. He passed Asil’s Subaru and hesitated—if Asil had been going after Charles, he’d have known the fastest way there.

But Charles would be headed back to his car if something had gone wrong. So Bran kept driving.

Other things he might do ran through his head. There were witches in the pay of the wolves. Not his pack—he didn’t deal with black witches, and most white witches weren’t powerful enough to be useful. But there were witches available to him.

If he had a two-hundred-year-old witch capable of holding and torturing a werewolf for two days—he had no intention of advertising the fact and encouraging other witches to imitate this one. Especially since she, like Bran’s mother, might have gotten her ability through some kind of binding to a werewolf.

No. Best keep the witches out of it.

He could call Charles back.