“We don’t need your commentary, Connor.” Adne slapped him on the back. “Just drive the boat!”

“Are you okay?” Shay was leaning over Mason, whose eyes were closed as his fingers, white-knuckled, gripped the edge of the boat.

Mason didn’t open his eyes but grimaced when Connor hit another wave, soaking us.

“Sorry!” Connor shouted, though he whooped as we bounced up and down.

“Just promise me that if we win, I’ll never have to get in another boat,” Mason said. “That’s all I want. No more boats.”

“Deal.” Shay put his arm around Mason. “No more boats.”

Ren climbed over to sit next to me. “How are you doing?” He leaned close and slipped his hand over mine.

“I’ll be okay,” I said, licking salt spray from my lips. “Though I think Mason’s whole ‘no more boats’ plan is a good one.”

“Yeah.” He smiled. “Wolves and the ocean. Just not natural.”

“No kidding,” I said.

He bent down, murmuring in my ear. “Did they hurt you, Calla? I was worried . . . Efron . . . or my . . . Emile . . .”

I shook my head. “Just the wraith.”

He squeezed my fingers tight and I looked up at him. “I’m really fine, Ren. But Sabine—”

My throat closed. No matter how good a plan it was, I hated the thought of her being at Efron’s mercy.

Still clasping my fingers tight, he growled, staring at the island that loomed before us. “I didn’t want her to go. None of us did. We argued for a long time.”

I nodded. At least I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t comfortable with this strategy. The price seemed too high.

“I thought Ethan would kill someone,” Ren was saying. “He went crazy.”

“I’m sure,” I said.

Ren smiled at me. “Kind of like Shay and I did when they took you.”

“What happened?” I asked, blushing at the warmth in his eyes. “After the wraith attacked me.”

“There was another wraith.” His smile vanished. “Two Keepers were waiting for us in the dive shop. Connor got Adne out onto the deck. She wove as fast as she could.”

“But the wraith?” I shivered, hating the memory of its stench in my nostrils, burning through my lungs. The way it had felt like I was being flayed.

“It came at us.” Ren stiffened. “I thought at least a few of us would be dead before anyone could get out.”

His eyes moved over to Shay, who was chatting amiably with Mason. He’d managed to get the seasick wolf laughing, which was impressive.

“Connor was shouting at everyone to stay back, but Shay jumped in front of him,” Ren said. “And he pulled out that sword.”

I could see the hilt peeking out over Shay’s shoulder. “The sword stopped the wraith.”

Ren nodded. “It didn’t destroy the thing, but when Shay hit the wraith, it screamed. I’ve never heard a sound like that. I thought my ears would explode. It couldn’t get past him and he held it off until Adne had the door open and we escaped.”

He growled. “But we couldn’t do anything about you. You were gone.”

“I’m here now,” I said, pulling my hand from his grasp.

“I know.” He frowned, but leaned forward and kissed my cheek, swift and soft, despite my warning growl. “If we lost you . . . I can’t think about it. But you’re here and that’s all that matters.”

I glanced over at Shay. His eyes were on us, and while he didn’t look happy, he wasn’t lunging at Ren either, which struck me as odd. He nodded once and I realized he and Ren were gazing at each other, their faces calm and mutually respectful. What the hell?

Something had changed while I was gone. I knew I should be happy they weren’t fighting, but instead my skin prickled. What was going on with them?

“Almost there!” Connor shouted, bringing the boat’s speed down.

“Hallelujah!” Mason lifted his arms to the sky.

Shay laughed. “You realize you’re cheering our arrival at an active volcano.”

“I’ll take dry land over the sea any day,” Mason said. “Even dry land that could blow up under my feet.”

As we closed in on Whakaari, the ocean swells calmed in the shelter of the island resting on the edge of New Zealand’s Bay of Plenty. The engine purred as Connor navigated the coast, beaching us on a narrow strip of sand amid bleak volcanic rock that sprawled across the landscape. The only signs of life were the birds that swooped in the air above us. As I jumped onto the sand, I was struck by the strange mixture of colors that painted the island. Dark gray and brown stones contrasted with the slices of lime green and yellow crystals that grew among them. At intervals rivers of rust-colored rocks appeared, as if Whakaari had wounds that bled freely.

Steam rose from crevices in the island, filling the air with noxious gas.

“I take it back,” Mason said, covering his nose. “The water is better than this smell. Why do we keep doing things that make me want to throw up?”

“Almost forgot.” Connor tossed gas masks to each of us. “In case the fumes get too strong.”

“Where are we headed?” Shay asked.

“Just east of here.” Connor climbed out of the boat and began fumbling inside his jacket for something. “It’s a little ways up the slope. Not far, though.”

“And we don’t know what’s waiting for us?” Ren asked.

Adne shook her head. “Anyone who’s been sent here hasn’t come back.”

“Do you guys ever have good news?” Mason said. “Or have you heard of the power of positive thinking?”

“I’m too honest to be positive.” Adne threw him a wicked smile.

“What are you doing?” Shay peered at Connor, whose back was turned to us. “What is that?”

Shay grabbed Connor’s arm, turning him around to reveal a small notebook tucked in his palm.

“Hey!” Connor shouted. “I was in the middle of a sentence.”

“Are you . . . taking notes?” Shay asked.

Connor cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck uneasily. “It’s just . . . I thought that . . . you know . . . Silas.”

Adne walked over to Connor, stretched up on her tiptoes, and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “You’re a good man after all.”