CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY

Once everyone wakes up and Orsina and I are back in our human forms, I gather everyone together to tell them about my idea. It seemed to crystallize in my mind as soon as I awoke from my dream, and I want to get it out of my head as soon as possible.

“Orsina was right,” I whisper, leaning in to draw my head close to everyone else’s. “A good night’s sleep was exactly what I needed to come up with something.”

“What’s the plan?” Zach asks. He looks much better this morning, though the bruises on his face will take a long time to heal.

“The bear clan keeps talking about the Whismore line, wanting to end this specific wolf pack and family, right?”

Jasper and Zach nod.

“Well, I’m not a Whismore. I’m not part of the line.”

“But you’re Jasper’s mate,” Zach says, tilting his head with confusion. “That means you join the family line.”

“We’re not mated yet,” I say. I tug down my shirt collar to show them, in the gray morning light of the trailer. I don’t have a claiming mark