The room fell silent.
"So we're gambling that it holds for three days," Damian said slowly, "but the act of leaving might cause it to break within hours."
"That's the risk," Dr. Thorne confirmed. "Which is why I'm telling you again....don't leave. This is a terrible idea. The odds of this going well are vanishingly small."
"The odds of forty-three pack members surviving if we don't go are zero," Damon said. "We'll take the vanishingly small odds."
Dr. Thorne sighed heavily. "Then I'll be there by six AM. I'll do everything I can. But you need to understand.....if the spell breaks while you're gone, if she transforms without you there, I'm estimating her survival chances at maybe forty percent. And that's if everything goes as well as possible."
Forty percent. Even worse than Silas's earlier estimate.
"What can we do to improve those odds?" Damian asked again.
