No, I came here to find the book that will tell me what this stuff is! [She flung a handful of glittering black powder at him — mountain ash, though she didn’t know that.] I wasn’t careful enough, I guess, or he’s getting bolder. I thought I’d lost him a few streets ago and I was safe for the rest of the day.
[Summer pressed her lips together, looked down at her hands, then back up at Isaac.] If you’re going to let him in, pull the fire alarm first. I don’t want anyone else getting hurt if I have to do this.
[He watched it mist through the air like he was having an out of body experience—
He knew the effects of drinking it, inhaling it—small, nonlethal amounts, but the hallucinations weren’t fun. Touching it, though, was like a pepper burn that sparked into fire, and even that small amount was enough to draw the wolf out, snarling and protective. The door shoved against his back and he pushed into it, focusing on the pressure against his shoulders instead of the claws raking inside his body, the gold rising to his eyes.] Put that away—
[Shit. Shit, shit, shit, and shit again.]
[She shot to her feet, half in shock at the change that had come over him, and half in shock that he recognised the powder.] /What is it/? [Her voice snapped with tension. She forgot about the hunter on the other side of the door.] Tell me what it is!