Martha rubs a hand across her jaw in worry. With a sigh and a gesture of defeat, she gives up trying to think up a solution. 'I hate to state the obvious, Claire, but we are cooked. Very so cooked.'
Phil nods along to her statement. 'I mean,' he says, 'it's like being caught between the devil and the deep blue sea.'
I stop pacing in the dimly lit room, not that anyone of us, but with the exception of Cade, feels the lack of lighting as any handicap. The rest of us; including Alicia, Troy, Phil 'Philly', Martha, and me; are werewolves, all members of the same pack.
Troy eventually speaks in his deep, naturally strong voice. 'So in just one day, you antagonized two female lycans, broke or took some of their powers, and destroyed the mate bond of one of them. Then after that, you appeared somehow in Augusta Lyaone's fortress and antagonized her too. Is that about everything?' Troy's eyebrows draw up incredulously at me.
