Etched in Bone (The Others, #5)

by Anne Bishop

You couldn’t help someone who didn’t want help. That was a hard, and bitter, life lesson.

Vlad stared at Simon. “Meg told the Elders they were . . .” “Bad puppies,” Simon finished. “Yeah.” A minute passed before Vlad said, “Why?” “They didn’t say ‘please’ when they asked for cookies.” “I don’t know what to say.” Simon scratched behind an ear that was now Wolf-shaped and furry. “That’s okay. Meg said plenty for all of us.”