Chapter 77

Arya

A series of emotions start to flash in my chest. From bafflement to fear then back to confusion. I look at Arthur and he’s staring at me intently. I guess a part of me wants this to be a joke, but the single look on his face tells me that this is far from a joke.

I swallow hard, shifting my weight from one foot to another. “I . . . don’t know what you mean.”

He looks around again before lowering his voice and leaning close to me. “Those Rogues that attacked us in the beach house, and probably some that attacked the Dark Howl Pack . . . well, they have been dead at some point. Something is bringing them back to life to do its bidding. Something that we can’t recognize and have no trace of.”

My pulse starts to race. “How did you know this?”

“I started to suspect when they got close to me and I smelled them,” he says. Nancy leans closer to us to listen in but Arthur doesn’t stop. He looks at her too. “They refused to die. No matter how much I hurt them it seems that they just spring