“Lunas, stellas, sols of Fenrir,” I began. “I’ve decided that we’re going to hell. We’re going to find and free Blythe, even if that means taking on the devil. Though not all of us. You may volunteer and Nephele and the elders and I will have final say over who—” Giggling paused my speech. And then roaring laughter from every wolf in the pack. “Wolf, dear.” Nephele stood, slapping me on the shoulder and taking my pint. “We’ve already decided. The lunas and I have already chosen the wolves who are coming with us and the ones staying to provide for the pack.” “What?” I asked in disbelief. “You
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