Chapter 8: Ember

We were in the air in forty minutes. My father did not shout. That was the frightening part. He walked through his own house making phone calls in a level, pleasant voice, and by the time we boarded, three hundred wolves were moving across two states. "Cassian goes for the boy," he said. "Rafe and Killian take the town. Nico, the hospital records — I want every name that has touched that child's file. Theo stays with your sister." "I'm going in," I said. Five heads turned. "Absolutely...