"One of the six," I said. "Yes. It confirms they're already moving."
"So three days was optimistic."
"Three days was always optimistic," I said. "Mitch knew that when he said it. He was giving us the number that let us all get some sleep."
Ryke looked at the window.
"Mara leaving," he said.
"She hasn't decided yet. She will."
"Does that—"
"It's the right outcome," I said. "For her. She needs somewhere that's hers. The compound was never going to be that — she came here to make amends and she's made them and staying beyond that was always going to feel like serving a sentence." I held his gaze. "Watching her leave while she's still standing upright is better than watching her hollow out while she tries to convince herself she belongs here."
He held my gaze.
"Your wolf is doing the
