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I shook my head and squeezed his hand. “I want to stay with our pack.” I needed the presence of the others. Vince wasn’t the only wolf we’d lost in the attack, and I’d shed tears for them, too. Their families would be devastated to learn that their loved ones hadn’t survived.

Our first attempt to find the path that led to Troy had ended in too much death, and guilt settled heavily on my shoulders. The most we could do to give them peace was to kill Troy.

Night and I returned to where everyone else was: the fireplace. It was roaring brightly. The sky had turned dark, so the fire was especially bright in the cabin. The last time I’d seen a fire roaring like this had been through Samuel’s eyes. It was a relief to see a warm, comforting fire instead of the awful flames of ritual.

Kai, one of Night’s closest and most trusted men, cleared his throat. “I’d like to tell a little story,” he said. “I don’t normally speak up. Actually, this is me stepping in for Vince. He always had a knack for