The cars were parked in a ragged line after Shelly led us to a place called Baywood. It felt like the edge of the world out here. Her senses pointed straight toward the thick, dark line of the woods, so we had to stop the engines and continue the rest of the way on foot.
I stepped out of the car, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. My skin was prickling. I kept glancing back at Princess, and I was sure of it now. She had been oddly calm the entire drive, nothing like her usual self. There was no teasing, no sharp remarks, no dominant energy radiating off her. It was like the volume on her personality had been turned all the way down.
Before we started walking into the trees, Malo signaled to me. He was standing slightly apart, leaning beside Sasha's car. I walked over, my boots crunching on the dry dirt.
