Chapter 20
I sent Carl away to gather his men and drop off his g*n before rejoining us. Surprisingly, he made no further complaints, not even when Ruth offered herself up as his guide.
Which left me alone with a dead elk, a dead werewolf, and most of the living members of Luke’s pack. I wasn’t so sure my authority would hold without either Luke or his sister there to add weight to my words. But there was no better time than the present to test the issue.
“We have a feast to prepare,” I informed the waiting shifters. “If you made a kill last night, bring whatever’s left back to camp. Tidy up. Prepare to host.”
I held my breath, waiting. And it worked. Wolves left in slow handfuls.
Well, some did. Others sidled close to me, as if measuring token-removal possibilities.
“These clothes,”
