Jennifer sneered at Avery, her scent sharp with artificial pity. "Avery, regardless of your history with Victoria, her wolf is failing. This is no time for petty grudges. The pack must be whole for the ritual."

Avery managed a thin, dangerous smile. "I am willing to offer my strength, though I doubt Victoria wishes to scent me near her sickbed. We both know the depth of her loathing. If I remain in the healing-den, my presence will only agitate her beast and sour the medicine. But do not label me heartless, Jennifer. I shall send my well-wishes."

She paused, adjusting her cloak. "Besides, my path is set. I return to...