Wolfsbane (Howl #3) by Jody Morse, Jayme Morse

there, he was probably back in Pennsylvania. It was doubtful that h e’d come all the way to Alaska.
    “It’s probably the Koto pack,” Luke continued. “That’s the pack your great-grandfather was in. They’re known to rule all of Alaska. In fact, I thin k they’re the only pack up here , but I’m not sure .”
    “If my great-grandfather was a Koto, why was my grandfather a Vyka?” Samara questioned. She still didn’t know all that much about Grandpa Joe’s werewolf family history. It had been shocking enough to learn that her grandfather had been a werewolf at all, let alone learn about his family werewolf ori gins.
    “From what I understand, there was some sort of falling out between your grandfather and one of his pack mates.” Luke paused, as though he were trying to remember what he had read in a history book. “Whatever happened, Joe left in search of a new pack. He didn’t just want o ne to accept him as a pack mate . . . H e wanted them to make him Alpha. When that didn’t happen, he went to drastic measures. He conquered the Vyka pack leader, and gave the other pack members the option to leave if they wanted. He convinced some of his werewolf friends from back home to leave , and he built the strongest and most powerful pack he could.”
    “I wonder why he let the Vyka pack members leave if they wanted. If he was looking for power, it would have made more sense for him to keep those pack members, and then add more of his own,” Samara commented. “I wonder what ha ppened to the ones that left.”
    Luke shrugged. “I’ve never heard anything about them. I’m not even sure who they were. Colby might know.”
    There was another knock on the door. This time, Kyle’s voice asked impatiently, “Ar e you guys ready to leave yet?”
    Samara rolled her eyes. “Yes, we’re ready,” she called back. “Le t’s get this show on the road.”
     
    *
     
    There was a light dusting of snow on the ground, and it was still flurrying as they left the hotel. Samara was surprised to find that she didn’t feel cold. She didn’t feel warm, either. With a pair of denim jeans, a light sweater, and a pea coat on, she felt comfortable.
    Maybe her body was finally b eginning to adapt to the cold.
    She followed Colby, who was leading the way. Luke was close behind her, with Chris and Steve not too far behind them . Kyle and Josh took the rear.
    “Do we even know what we’re looking for?” Samara asked Colby. “I mean, you said it’s going to take a half hour on foot, but where are we go ing?”
    He smiled at her. “Don’t worry about it. We’re going to find the place. I know the general direction, but if we don’t find it, the GPS o n my phone works pretty good.”
    Samara nodded. She felt relieved that Colby had once been the Alpha of their pack; he was much better at leading them than she was. When they got back home, she knew that she was going to have to ask him for pointers . . . and she still wanted to give him that makeover. The highlighter yellow hoodie that he was sporting today was just too distracting, especially for Alaska. On the bright side, no cars would miss them in the dark.
    Once they were about half a mile down the road, she felt like the snow was starting to get heavier as it fell, splattering against her nose and cheeks. Even her hair wa s beginning to feel wet.
    As they turned a corner, she checked her cell phone for the first time that morning. There was a new text message from Emma.
    Samara felt her heart skip a beat. Had Jason gotten to her best friend already? When she opened and read the text message, she felt herself relaxing again. Emma had written: So, u weren’t joking about this sleepwalking stuff. I changed into a wolf last night and woke up this morning without any clothes on.
    Told you! Samara wrote back, stuffing the phone back in her pocket. At least Emma definitely believed her about the whole werewolf thing now. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her