FREYA
Max picks up the carved bear and sets it back down again, his eyes not on the bear but on me, and I know what is coming before he opens his mouth.
"Frey. Why aren't you coming?"
"I have a lead."
"What kind of lead?" He gives me a curious look, his brows thinning.
"The kind I'm not sure of yet."
"The council could use you." He leans his hip against the counter and folds his arms. "Your idea got us those two wolves in the first place. You sat in once and we got further than we have in seven weeks."
"And those two wolves are dead, Max."
He does not have an answer to that.
"Tell the council whatever you would tell them if I were sitting in the room. If anything I'm chasing turns out to be anything, you'll be the first one I bring it to."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
He looks a
