Free Wolfsbane (Howl #3) by Jody Morse, Jayme Morse

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    “Do you have t he password?” the woman asked.
    Samara shook her head. “No, I didn’t know there was one.”
    The woman tapped her chin with her long fingernails. “I can’t allow you access to the storage unit unless you can give me the correct password.”
    “Oh.” Samara could feel her face falling, as she realized that the whole trip might have been a waste after all. Even worse, she hadn’t thought to bring the book with her. What if her grandfather had written the password in the book somewhere , and she’d missed it somehow?
    “I can give you a hint if you would like one,” the woman at the front desk said. “We have a password reminder to help our customers out in case they have forgotten their passwords.”
    “Okay,” Samara agreed, even though a shadow of doubt loomed over her . What good would a password reminder be if she didn’t know anything about her grandfather or his life? This felt like finding a needle in a haystack, if she had never seen t he needle in the first place.
    “S-a-m-d-o-b,” the woman read from the comp uter. “Does that help at all?”
    Samara was about to shake her head and tell the woman that it wasn’t helpful because she still had no idea what the password could be when Luke spoke up. “It’s your birthday, Sam. Samara Alyce McKinley, date of birth. That’s what s-a-m-d-o-b stands for.”
    Samara’s eyes widened. Would her grandfather have used her birthday as the password so that she would be able to figure it out easily? “3-1-1996 ,” she rehearsed her birthday.
    The woman typed away on the keyboard for a moment b efore standing up. “Follow me.”
    Samara’s jaw dropped in surprise. She had been expecting the woman to tell her that it wasn’t the right password.
    The three of them followed the woman to the storage units. “We have large storage units and small locker-sized units,” the woman explained. “Since your items are small, they’re in o ne of the locker-sized units.”
    The woman approached an aisle of lockers and pulled out a key ring. When she swung the locker door open, Samara peered inside. She felt her hear t drop.
    The locker was nearly empty. The only thing she could see was a piece of paper. She felt stupid knowing that she had dragged her pack all this way for a stinking piece of paper.
    “Here you go,” the woman said, pulling the piece of paper out of the locker and handing it to Samara. She smiled at her. “Will you be keeping this storage unit open, or should we close it?”
    “Um, I think we can close it,” Samara replied. If all that was in the unit was a piece of paper, it seemed pointless to keep it open.
    Once they were back outside, she glanced down at the piece of paper—which was actually an envelope—and opened it. A gold key was inside, along with a small piece of paper.
    Pulling it out, Samara realized that it was another address, and she sighed. “I feel like this is turning into a scavenger hunt,” she muttered under her brea th.
    “Scavenger hunts are kin da fun,” Colby offered lamely.
    “Like the one you made us do to find out what pack we were on?” Kyle asked, rolling his eyes.
    Samara raised her eyebrows at them in question. Colby explained, “When they turned, I wanted to have a little fun with them. Instead of approaching them, like Alphas normally do, I stuck anonymous notes in their lockers and sent emails to them from an unknown sender. I turned it into a game with a scavenger hunt for them to figure out what pack they be longed to.”
    “I think Steve thought someone was stalking him, tho ugh,” Kyle said with a laugh.
    “Stalker or not, you have to admit, it was a really fun game,” Colby said.
    “I heard it was a blast,” Luke commented. When Samara raised her eyebrows at him, he reminded her, “I came here because my parents knew I would need to be an Ima. I didn’t really have the choice of being surprised like the others did.”
    “How did you guys not know what pack