Constance
Erwin and I stood on a ledge overlooking the endless trees and icy plains stretching forever across the Canadian horizon. I wasn’t delirious, I knew we were on a fool’s errand, but it was really the only move I had that could accomplish everything.
After careful consideration of all the options I had—which really weren’t many—I decided to go with the one that offered the most reward, but also had the most risk. I mean, it made sense that without risk there was often no reward.
I only told my cousin about my plan because I could trust him indefinitely and he would respect my wishes for having as small a presence as possible. The more wolves we brought, the higher the likelihood we would be seen and assessed as a threat, which would m
