I sink back down.
Gone.
The answer breaks my heart and it almost makes me cry.
The one wolf who could have told me who hunts us and why, dead.
And with him every word he was going to trade me for his freedom.
I almost killed myself and my baby and held a knife to an innocent woman's throat, and the answer slipped through my fingers anyway.
My father makes a low sound of impatience.
"Enough." He has clearly reached the limit of whatever patience he keeps for a room full of women talking. "She is awake. She is mending. She is your guest, Elena, and she has thanked you in her fashion, and now that she can stand, she can go." He does not even look at me as he says it. "Have one of the wolves ready a car. She has a long way back to wherever she crawled here from."
Elena.
The woman's
