Chapter 13: You Were Never Going to Feel It

"Tell him I'll answer it to his face," Demelza said.

The Beta swallowed.

"He's at the Hall doors now, Miss MacShane. He had the guards carry his chair out."

"Then he can stay there."

She dressed in the dark with Rafe's coat over her shoulders and the ledger inside it.

Rafe did not ask to come.

He just picked up his thermos and walked down the stairs behind her.

Forty-one wolves stood in the lodge yard with lanterns, because the news had run through the Ridge faster than the Beta had.

Nobody spoke.

They fell in behind her on the hill road, and the lantern light went down the slope.

Hoyt was waiting on the porch of the Hall.

They had put him in his father's carved chair, with a blanket tucked to his chin and the loose gold ring hanging from a strip of tape on his thumb.

Two guards stood behind him.

Neither of them looked at the Brocklehurst wolves who had left.

"You came," Hoyt said.

"You sent a courier with a paper. I'm answering it." Demelza stopped at the bottom step. "Who is your champion?"

"You'll see him at the ring."

"Then you haven't got one."

His mouth twitched.

"Daphne is seeing to it."

"Where is Daphne?"

He looked left and right.

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