The fact that my father had finally accepted that we no longer lived in the first years of our society and that we could not go on thinking of our group as an isolated and autonomous “pack” made me happy. That meant that if Mikhail helped me and advocated for me, maybe I would not have to succumb to the pressures of the Hexagon.
I did not have to keep running away.
A strange kind of joy took hold of me very quickly. I would have liked to tell all that to Johanna. It seemed to me that she, of all the people in the world, would have understood it.
“Who could have warned them? The lions, I mean. Hans couldn’t have done it.” I commented.
Because I had kept the whole time the card that Sheriff McCord had provided us so we could call Al-Brahkhan if things got ugly, but I did not say that to
