"I love that they're celebrating so early," Clarke said happily. Already having been gassed about his upgrade, he had then hit cloud nine when Johno had informed him that he wasn't even going to be forced to share the position; it was all his. I couldn't tell if he was happy for himself, or for us, or whatever. I was just grateful that he hadn't insisted upon making a big deal out of it. I was glad that Jonathan hadn't either.

Telling the pack was an inevitability, especially if I was going to start making Clarke do my dirty work and dish out commands, but it was tomorrow's problem, and...