Michelle stood in the center of it all like a general directing a battlefield.
“Move those back three feet,” she was telling a pair of workers. “If the crowd spills over the street entrance we need a clear emergency lane.”
One of the men adjusted the chairs immediately.
She turned just as we approached, clearly mid-calculation.
“Oh good,” she said, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re here.”
“You look like you’ve slept,” Thoren said.
“I have not,” she replied flatly. “But I have redesigned this square four times since midnight, so I consider that a victory.”
Her gaze flicked briefly toward the steady stream of wolves entering the plaza.
“They’re coming faster than we expected,” she said quietly.
“That a problem?” Thoren asked.
Michelle studied the crowd for a mo
