Nobody answered.
I looked at Petra. "For ten years, we called Rhys's wolf cursed. But the second the seal opened, the curse left him."
Sorin pulled out a chair. "That is significant."
"Thank you."
Rhys glared at him. "Don't encourage her."
"She's right."
Rhys looked at me. I could feel his frustration through the bond now. That was going to take some getting used to.
"You want to stop and study its personality while Warwick is preparing an attack?"
"I want to understand what it's doing before it gets inside somebody."
That finally shut him up.
Petra spread a map of Graymoor over the table. "Where did you last see it?"
Rhys pointed. "Here."
"The wind tonight is northeast," Sorin said.
"It wasn't moving northeast."
"No."
Petra traced west with one finger. "Toward the contested border."
"Warwick," Rhys said.
"Maybe."
"That's a hell of a coincidence."
I looked at the map. "Could it be going back to where the original curse came from?"
Petra shook her head.
