"Who stays?" Callum asked.
"Sorin. Petra," I said.
Maren nodded immediately. "I'll go with the pack."
I looked at her. "You sure?"
"If the curse reaches them, they'll need an elder."
That settled it.
Callum blew out a breath. "So you, Elise, Sorin, and Petra."
I nodded. "Yes."
"And after the claiming?"
I shrugged. "We see what comes out."
"Fantastic."
By one in the morning the pack house was awake. By one-thirty everyone knew.
I told them myself. No bullshit about precautions or temporary relocation. I stood in the middle of the common room and laid it out cold.
"We're breaking the seal tonight. My wolf's coming back, and the curse comes with it. We don't know how bad. The coalition's a day out. If this goes sideways, Graymoor might not be standing by morning. Most of you are leaving. Now."
Graymoor wolves were never quiet. Someone always had something to say. Not tonight.
