Chapter 5: The Vow

Nobody applauded. Thirty-four wolves sat very still while a five-foot-four eighteen-year-old who has never shifted in her life walked to the front of a room to take command of them. "They'll hate you by lunch," Bern said, pressing a tablet into my hands. "Files on all of them. Scores, psych, bloodlines. Build your teams by morning." "They can hate me," I said. "They just have to survive me." He almost smiled. Our quarters are the east wing of a stone building we share with a unit that's...