Lisa's not in Wolf's Landing, but between her guards—and Selene—it isn't hard to find her. She's half a mile south, sitting on a rock as she stares blankly at the ground.
My heart twists at the vacant look in Lisa's eyes. She keeps rubbing at a spot on her thigh, as if it's bothering her. It's the only sign of life in her.
"Lisa?" I keep my voice soft, the way I used to speak to frightened animals at the shelter. "Can you hear me?"
Nothing. Not even a flicker of recognition.
She's been this way since we made her stop walking, Selene says. The guards thought she just needed air at first, but...
I glance at the two shifters standing a respectful distance away. They aren't watching Lisa, but keeping an eye on her surroundings. "How long has she been sitting here?"
"Twenty minutes," the one on the left says, still not glancing toward us. "She kept walking south. We had to physically block her path. We would have kept walking, but she wasn't dressed appropriately."
