Sienna's POV
"He's out here somewhere!" I yelled, pushing through the thick underbrush. Dawn light streamed through the trees, painting the forest in gold. My heart raced as I followed the path of disturbed leaves and broken twigs.
Ronan kept pace beside me, his face tight with worry. "Sienna, we don't know if it's really him. It could be a trap."
I clutched the wooden wolf carving tighter. "It's him, Ronan. I feel it."
Ever since finding the carving on our porch last night, I'd been looking. My twin brother alive, not dead as I'd believed my whole life. The notebook page he'd left proved it. The writing matched the letters in my locket, the one thing I had from my mother.
A flash of something dark caught my eye. I froze, then rushed forward, falling to my knees beside a folded form half-hidden among fallen leaves.
"Zeke!" I gasped.
