Chapter 9

"You don't have to go," Theo said. "Rogue is just a word." "Rogue means any wolf in three states can hunt me legally." I buttoned my coat. "And I'm done hiding on the porch." The Moon Hall rose out of the forest like something grown rather than built. Silver-veined stone. Tall iron doors. Torches burning in brackets carved like howling wolves. Seven years I'd stood outside these doors in my imagination, wondering what it looked like. I pushed them open. Forty heads turned at once. It was...