The Corrigan boy stood at the top of the stair with a rifle in his hands and twenty wolves behind him and the whole of the round room was between him and us.“You are not going to Boise,” he said again. “You are not going anywhere.”I got to my feet.“Corrigan,” I said. “Put the rifle down.”“My name is not Corrigan,” he said. “My name is not the name of a wheat pack. The Alphas of the north are going to give me a name and a seat and a territory and it is not going to be a co-op and a fence line.”I stood in front of Elias.“Your mother is up there,” I said. “And your brother is up there. And the whole of the pack that fed you and raised you and put up with you for nineteen years is standing in that square.”The boy’s face did not change.“They are not my pack,” he said.And then a voice came down the stair from the round room behind him.“Yes, they are.”The boy turned.A wolf came up the stair behind him. She was small and she had gray hair and she was the keeper and she had come do
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