"You are not going. Say you understand me, Wren. You are not walking into the one place in the world built to hold a wolf like you."
Dain had not raised his voice. That was how I knew how frightened he was. He stood with his back to the barred door of the war room as if he could be a wall between me and a road, and Fenna slept in the sling on my chest, and Bael and Maela stood well back, because there are arguments a pack knows not to stand inside.
"Three nights," I said. "Then she pulls every thread. Forty in this hall, hundreds more by the moon. Odalie. The old man who couldn't rise. Liesl, Dain. Liesl has a thread in her, she came out of a holdfast, she's on the loom same as the rest. If I don't go, they all die on the full moon, and I sit safe behind your wall and watch it, and becom
