113:
“Pup,” his mom warns as she squeezes his nape again and gives him a little shake. “We’re going to stay in control this time, remember?”
And he wants to stay in control. He really does. But the howling darkness inside him is so f*****g hungry.
“After the fires, they scattered,” Hana presses on. “A few of the rogue packs went back to the south,” she says as she moves the wolves around the map again. “A few went to the east. A few more to the west. None of them stayed in the north.”
The wolves have now shifted around the map, spreading out in a half-moon aimed right at his territory. It’s a classic strategy for predators. Back the prey into a corner, cut off every possible escape route—and then—you strike. Sebastian’s territory backs up into the mountains that lead to a frozen sea.
