NOBODY LIKED MY PLAN.
“You want us to split up?” Ink asked, his brow wrinkling in obvious bewilderment.
River echoed the sentiment, her voice flat. “Why would we split up? There’s four of us and one of him.” After a brief moment’s pause, she amended her head count to better reflect our real odds. “Three and a half of us, one of him.”
Three and a half, as in three werewolves, one human. I narrowed my eyes. “For your sake, River, I’m going to pretend that Macbeth is the half.”
Mac, unquestionably the strongest person in this room, just shrugged and let me keep my delusions. “It’s because of my petite stature,” he said. All 6′ 4″ of him.
My sensibilities halfway appeased, I turned my attention back to the crux of River’s point. “Yes, we have stronger numbers, but we have no idea how old
