I stared at the wolf that had just spoken. It sounded almost too good to be true, and I waited for the moment that they said they were lying, or playing a joke. A cruel joke. But it didn’t come.

“What?” Marisol asked. “Why is he—” She cut herself off before she could even finish it. “You know what, never mind, let him come in. He’s saving us a messenger to his territory in any case.”

I wondered how Varon had gotten this far into ...