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Gage’s nod, they spoke together in voices solemn and achingly young.
    â€œWe were born ten years ago, on the same night, at the same time, in the same year. We are brothers. At the Pagan Stone we swear an oath of loyalty and truth and brotherhood. We mix our blood.”
    Cal sucked in a breath and geared up the courage to run the knife across his wrist first. “Ouch.”
    â€œWe mix our blood.” Fox gritted his teeth as Cal cut his wrist.
    â€œWe mix our blood.” And Gage stood unflinching as the knife drew over his flesh.
    â€œThree into one, and one for the three.”
    Cal held his arm out. Fox, then Gage pressed their scored wrists down to his. “Brothers in spirit, in mind. Brothers in blood for all time.”
    As they stood, clouds shivered over the fat moon, misted over the bright stars. Their mixed blood dripped and fell onto the burnt ground.
    The wind exploded with a voice like a raging scream. The little campfire spewed up flame in a spearing tower. The three of them were lifted off their feet as if a hand gripped them, tossed them. Light burst as if the stars had shattered.
    As he opened his mouth to shout, Cal felt something shove inside him, hot and strong, to smother his lungs, to squeeze his heart in a stunning agony of pain.
    The light shut off. In the thick dark blew an icy cold that numbed his skin. The sound the wind made now was like an animal, like a monster that only lived inside books. Beneath him the ground shook, heaving him back as he tried to crawl away.
    And something came out of that icy dark, out of that quaking ground. Something huge and horrible.
    Eyes bloodred and full of…hunger. It looked at him. And when it smiled, its teeth glittered like silver swords.
    He thought he died, and that it took him in, in one gulp.
    But when he came to himself again, he could hear his own heart. He could hear the shouts and calls of his friends.
    Blood brothers.
    â€œJesus, Jesus, what was that? Did you see?” Fox called out in a voice thin as a reed. “Gage, God, your nose is bleeding.”
    â€œSo’s yours. Something…Cal. God, Cal.”
    Cal lay where he was, flat on his back. He felt the wet warmth of blood on his face. He was too numb to be frightened by it. “I can’t see.” He croaked out a weak whisper. “I can’t see.”
    â€œYour glasses are broken.” Face filthy with soot and blood, Fox crawled to him. “One of the lenses is cracked. Dude, your mom’s going to kill you.”
    â€œBroken.” Shaking, Cal reached up to pull off his glasses.
    â€œSomething. Something was here.” Gage gripped Cal’s shoulder. “I felt something happen, after everything went crazy, I felt something happen inside me. Then…did you see it? Did you see that thing?”
    â€œI saw its eyes,” Fox said, and his teeth chattered. “We need to get out of here. We need to get out.”
    â€œWhere?” Gage demanded. Though his breath still wheezed, he grabbed Cal’s knife from the ground, gripped it. “We don’t know where it went. Was it some kind of bear? Was it—”
    â€œIt wasn’t a bear.” Cal spoke calmly now. “It was what’s been here, in this place, a long time. I can see…I can see it. It looked like a man once, when it wanted. But it wasn’t.”
    â€œMan, you hit your head.”
    Cal turned his eyes on Fox, and the irises were nearly black. “I can see it, and the other.” He opened the hand of the wrist he’d cut. In the palm was a chunk of a green stone spotted with red. “His.”
    Fox opened his hand, and Gage his. In each was an identical third of the stone. “What is it?” Gage whispered. “Where the hell did it come from?”
    â€œI don’t know, but it’s ours now. Uh, one into three, three into one. I think we let something out. And something came with it. Something bad. I can