Selene's POV

We walked south for six hours before Silas stopped.

The camp was a cave, low and shallow, with a mouth barely wide enough for two wolves to pass side by side. The Ironfang man went in first with his axe, came out, nodded. The Bloodclaw woman dragged brush across the entrance to break the sightline. The Stormhowl girl—Kestrel—sat down against the rock wall and fell asleep sitting up with the knife still in her hand.

Silas set the body down in the driest corner and put his coat over it.

I watched him do it.

"You don't have to do that," I said.

"It's a body." He straightened....