I should have asked Alexander to help me get to a safe place, so I could stay with Andre and not have to be cold or in danger again. I wondered why I still hadn’t chosen to leave the group, if I was perfectly capable of doing so and they wouldn’t force me to stay by their side. I thought about the firefighters, about going back to the burned cabin with the boy and having the two of us taken out of there, going with the rest of the pack wherever they were sheltered. I thought about Hans’s death, about Nika, about Christian, about Richie’s, Ishida’s, and Luke’s wounds. And I thought about the explanations they would have to give, because even if Sheriff McCord could handle the Fremont County police, there were things that would have to be explained (like why the house had exploded—something
