“Speaking of unthinkable,” I said, “Surt is going to release Fenris Wolf tomorrow night.” “Tonight,” Sam corrected. My stomach dropped. “Isn’t it Tuesday? Freya said the full moon was Wednesday—” “Which technically starts at sundown on Tuesday,” Sam said. “The full moon rises tonight.” “Well that’s just wonderful,” I said. “Why didn’t you say so?” “I thought you understood.” “Silence, both of you!” Gunilla ordered. “Magnus Chase, you’ve fallen for the lies of this daughter of Loki.” “You mean the full moon isn’t tonight?” “No, it’s tonight. I meant—” Gunilla scowled. “Stop confusing me!”
