Page 35 of Wolf Roulette

She hummed.

I gave in to a question that had plagued me since the Stabattse. “What’s everyone saying about me, Cam?”

“Rhona or the tribe?”

“Both.”

Cam grimaced. “Rhona is pretty worked up.”

“Tell me. I can handle it.”

“It’s not a matter of you handling it. It’s a matter of what a person shouldn’t have to handle.”

That was a quaint thought. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll wonder what they’re saying. Truly, you won’t break me.”

“Nothing could break you,” she said fiercely.

Is that what she believed? I was held together with sticky tape.

Cameron blew out a breath. “Rhona considers you as dead. The moment you became a Luther, you were gone.”

Nothing the fisherwolf hadn’t already told me. “Alright. And the tribe?”

“If I had to guess, people don’t know what to feel. Obviously, no one expected you to shift into a werewolf. There’s shock and anger—an undercurrent of pity. Most knew you, and when you consider someone to be like you, it becomes hard to see them as an enemy. Take it from a lesbian living in a small town.”

That news surprised me a lot.

I’d expected the tribe to make piñatas of my face and fill them with fun-sized bottles of wolfsbane.

“Don’t get me wrong,” she continued. “The people who were anti-you before arereallyanti-you now, but don’t assume everyone hates you. You were bitten against your will. That means something to most stewards.”

Tears sparked in my eyes. “Thanks, Cam.”

“Don’t thank me for taking it well,” she quipped.

“Are you throwing my wisdom in my face?”

“Yes.”

I jerked my head. “Get out of here. You need a shower.”

She bounded forward and hugged me.

“And now I smell like what you two did. SoI’mgoing to take a shower.”

Did you get that?I asked Booker.

Yep.

The tribe wasn’t set against me.

Does that change things?she asked.

I didn’t know yet.

But it might.

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