Chapter EightI HAULED MY LUGGAGE through Heathrow, doing my best not to bump into the crazy crowds milling about me. I was hungry, and that always made me horrible to deal with. It wasn’t the plane food; that had been fun. It simply hadn’t been enough, and I had missed breakfast. Well, not missed it exactly, more like I’d made an executive decision to sleep awhile longer and worry about food later. Big mistake. More so because I spent my time at the Ulaanbaatar airport sleeping instead of eating. The measly plane meal had been insufficient, and a hungry wolf was now shouldering his way through the unknowing travelers arriving in London.
This was the first tribe leader council I was attending on my own. Chinggis had been there with me for all the past ones. Right now, while we were still s
