There were no others. Another bloody setup, this was, I thought, folding my arms across my chest, glaring at Adam. "What is this?"
Only fire burned out of the wood—a tiny flicker that couldn't even pass for a bonfire—in the middle of a cleared-out area, which was in the middle of a grassland. I wouldn't be surprised if it was made possible tonight with the use of magic. It was just too perfect a circle.
This wasn't good. I declared again. The fewer the people, the less chance of me escaping without being seen. What to do? I hissed and turned away from him, when I got no response, toward the path where we had followed to this place, but Naomi's hands found me then, wrapping themselves around my waist.
"Please stay," She whispered, not that her words were any secret to those werewolfish ears around us.
For her, I stayed. Not without letting out a curse, though, to make sure they were aware that I hated the bullshit—the audacity of them all to call me into this gathering.
It better be w
