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up.”
    “What if they kill me before I get to their hideout?” I asked.
    “We consider that an acceptable risk” was all Logan said.
    I sat silently, my head trapped in a vise of confusion, sadness, and futile hope.
    Beside me, Ren said, “You have to, Ansel. You have to bring her back.”
    Looking at Ren, I narrowed my eyes. “Are you going to kill her?” I hated that I harbored mixed feelings about the question. Calla had left us all behind. Left us to imprisonment, torture, and death. But she was still my sister.
    Ren shook his head, but I kept searching his face for signs of deception, not knowing if I could really trust him.
    “We don’t think killing Calla is our best course,” Logan interjected. “After all, we’ve already lost one alpha female in this debacle.”
    “But she’s a traitor,” I said to him before I’d even thought about my words.
    Logan attempted a somber nod, but he couldn’t stop himself from beaming at me. “She is, Ansel. But we think with time that Calla can be . . . re-educated and eventually brought back into the fold. Don’t we, Ren?”
    Ren’s answer was little more than a snarl. “Yes.”
    “So you see,” Logan purred, “you’re not only our best hope. You’re Calla’s only hope.”
    One more question lingered in my mind, but I was afraid to ask it. I looked to Ren rather than Logan.
    “Bryn?” Her name was all I could manage.
    Ren spoke curtly. “She’s fine.”
    “I want to see her,” I said. Just knowing that she was alive gave me a jolt of audacity I wouldn’t have imagined possible.
    Logan stepped into my line of vision. “I don’t think that’s something we can do.”
    I hung my head, but Logan continued to speak. “Not until you’ve shown us where your loyalties lie.”
    Glancing at Logan, I asked, “If I do this, will you let me see Bryn?”
    “Of course,” Logan answered, with a careless wave of his hand. “You’ll see all your packmates.”
    Swallowing hard, I continued, “And will you . . . will you swear to me that if I make it back . . .”
    My heart felt like a sharp rock cracking against my ribs with each beat.
    “Will I swear what?” Logan asked, irritated with my stumbling words.
    “I want to be with Bryn,” I blurted. “Mated to her.”
    Logan stared at me, his eyes wider than I’d ever seen. After a moment he recovered, and gave a throaty laugh. “Well. Well, well, well.” He lifted an eyebrow at Ren. “Did you know about this?”
    Ren bowed his head and I squeezed my eyes shut. How could I have asked such a stupid question? In an already hopeless situation, I’d made things that much worse.
    “So many secrets.” I was surprised that Logan didn’t sound angry, but rather like he’d heard the funniest joke of his life.
    Trying to salvage anything from the wreck I’d made, I said, “It wasn’t Ren’s fault. We were together before he knew anything about it.”
    “Don’t worry about Ren,” Logan told me. “Worry about yourself.”
    I banged my head hard against the wall, not caring that it made my vision blur for a moment.
    “Now, now,” Logan coaxed. “You act as though I have no heart.”
    My guts twisted at the irony of having to rely on Logan’s compassion. His words weren’t far off the mark. I’d suspected more than once that he lacked anything resembling a heart.
    Meeting my wary gaze, Logan smiled. “Please understand: there’s only so much I can do. No matter how much I might pity your case.”
    When Logan looked at Ren, his jaw tightened. “Who is your master, Ren?”
    “Efron. Your father.” Ren’s eyes remained downcast.
    “And why is that?” Logan asked.
    Ren glanced up, surprise written on his face.
    Logan’s laugh was brief and sharp. “Go ahead. I’ll forgive you. Tell him what I know my father told the Guardians.”
    With some hesitation, Ren spoke, but he kept his eyes on me, not once sparing Logan a glance. “Efron told us that the Haldis pack wouldn’t be formed. Not without