The wolves sensed him, as always, and Lia did not want to wait alone. She followed them through the tangled jungle trails, barefoot and laughing, to the edge of the property where the car was to enter.

Ian had taken almost three hours longer than expected and she had an anxiety to see him that she could barely control. All those photographs had led her to three important conclusions: one, she was somehow alive again, conscious; two, Ian was responsible for that; and three, he could sho