Red River comes at dusk, because Alphas who like to wait until the last minute also like to make entrances.We are back in Ashen, because we kept our promise to Brennor, because we buried our five plus one properly, with names said out loud and white flowers from Theo’s oak, because Mira needed a bath and Mara needed help and ninety wolves need to be fed even when they have just won an arena.The fire is going in the clearing where bones used to be, and Brennor is telling stories about Joren and Kell, not sad stories, funny stories, about Joren stealing honey cakes and Kell trying to ride a wolf twice his size, and pups are laughing, even Mira, who has honey on her face.Then the howl comes, not Stoneclaw, deeper, wet, river howl, and eighty Ashen wolves go still, then stand, then howl back, because they know that sound."Red River," Mara says, standing, wiping her hands on her leathers. "Finally."They come through the trees, not one hundred and twenty, not sixty, one hundred wolves,
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