Ferrara
It was a miserable week on the merchant ship. Saul and Amelia were both seasick, and Violetta, Finn, and Kenzi struggled to keep their wolves from panicking and shifting. Violetta and Kenzi, I could control through the pack bond, but Finn was beyond my reach until we were back on neutral territory. I should have taken the bond back before loading the ship, but this wasn't an issue that had occurred to me.
Eventually, we just had to drug him.
Cindy was too weak to shift, and Janelle had spent most of the trip clutching a small jar of dirt she'd smuggled on. By the time we reached London's port, we were all exhausted.
"Half of you look dead, and the other half of you smell as if you should be dead," London greeted me with a wrinkled nose. He glanced at Finn. "Oh. That one is dead
