Chapter Twenty-Four
‘So how did they get in?’ Memandi asked Callan.
Hector sat beside the entry to Mashtuk’s den, listening to the discussion. Somehow, with Hippolyta and both her cubs dead, it had not seemed right to gather at the pack’s usual meeting place. All the survivors huddled together here, where Memandi and Tsendi had guarded the children when Jarli and Freya rushed to the emergency at the far end of the ravine. Romulo was sleeping in Jarli’s arms and Remo was tucked against Hector’s shoulder. On his other side, Freya leaned against him, her eyes wide and unblinking. Something had changed between them, Hector knew. The flaring power of his Pale strength and the fresh silver tint on his skin had somehow touched Freya, made her take pains to confirm his humanity. All her actions
