SO IT TURNED OUT DIFFERENTLY than I’d originally envisioned. Sam waited at the elevator, ready to reel Patricia up after she led the hellhounds into the cavern. Benjie was inside, preparing a ceremony we hoped would be more successful than the one I’d flubbed. Patricia went out in the snow alone to hunt hellhounds.
And I—ostensibly their leader—perched in a tree, keeping my scent off the ground while I waited to slam shut the back gate.
For what felt like hours but was likely mere minutes, I blew on my fingers and chaffed against the rough bark that dug into my backside. Without my wolf, I couldn’t smell approaching danger. My human ears failed when I begged them to tell me what was happening beneath the earth and out in the snow.
But I could see Adena—that raven in the near distance ha
