Chapter 32
“The wolf in the forest....” Slim rose and took a step toward us, his stance more inquisitive than menacing. Still, I considered retreating up the stairs and fleeing out the back window. Too bad Bastion lacked the energy to even stand upright without help.
I shook my head, pushing aside cowardice. If Slim shared what he guessed, the result could be as catastrophic for woelfin-kind as the loss of my family’s pelts had been a decade earlier. We couldn’t just leave. We had to fight.
“Honor.” Justice’s voice behind me was tense, demanding. “This is on you. My hands are full.”
His hands were quite literally full of his dozing brother. Meanwhile, my pelt draped across Bastion, the separation dulling my senses and reaction time.
Still, I took a step down. Another. “Slim,” I starte
