A hush of horror went through the pack. I heard sharp gasps all around me, and even Lance, who was almost never rattled in public, had gone rigid beside me, his mouth pressed into a hard line.
Huck took it all in with visible satisfaction before turning to me.
"Lucy, will you come with me? If you leave with me now, I won't detonate the bombs. But if you refuse, I can't promise how far the blast will reach. It may kill every werewolf here."
Panic ripped through the clearing at once. A few of the younger werewolves started crying openly, and the scent of terror turned the air sharp and bitter.
As Huck's words settled over the clearing, something inside me went cold.
I turned my head and looked at Lance. His eyes were red-rimmed. He stared at me as if sheer force of will could keep me wh
