Emily sat in the coooling evening, perched on top of an old rail wagon in the heart of Clarion Call's territory, smoking. The moon was already visible.
She had sent her Scarlet Messenger to Hector and Nikolai Wojcik , since the cheery guy didn't leave her a number. Hell, even Bleeds Well had a mobile now. At least everyone else had given her some means of dragging these wolves back together. At least Nathaniel Dormur and Chris Laurent were easy to catch.
They could really do with a full hunt as a pack again. Maybe she's pick out an Azlu somewhere.
Emily looked in a small compact mirror. She couldn't stop grinning.
Man, my poker face is for shit.
But the Crescent had good reason to be cheery.
Brigit was coming home.
Emily idly flicked some ash over the edge of her perch and waited. They'd be here. They had to be.