He was gone. It was my fault.
A brujo came to help Luciana stand. She whispered something to him, and the man bent to pick up Daniel’s body.
She held her head high as she turned to us. “I will bury my son, but I’ll be back. The covens are coming.” She pointed a long, bony finger at me. “You will pay for this.”
Two more coven members immediately flanked her, and the rest fell into place as their group hustled away.
No wolf dared to move as the witches left campus. Not under Donovan’s watch.
“You wolves who have fought against us are banished from the packs. Consider yourselves lone wolves who will be hunted and killed if you so much as sniff our lands again. You have thirty seconds to get beyond our boundaries before we start chasing. Run. Now.”
More wolves than I would’ve thought—at least thirty—took off running into the trees.
But one wolf stayed. His white coat was streaked with blood. As he shifted, I recognized his long, blond beard. “The old ways no longer work,” Ferdinand said. He was the one who’d pushed for the Tribunal. Who wanted me to go to the coven’s compound.
It wasn’t just Mr. Hoel who was directing the wolves.
It was Ferdinand. One of the Seven.
“I thought it was you,” Sebastian said. “You’ve grown power hungry over the last century.”
“And why shouldn’t I be? I’m the oldest of the Seven.”
“Not by much. And you’re the most full of ego. Pride. Anger. You’re not worthy to be a member of the council,” Donovan said. “We should’ve done this long ago.”
Donovan and Sebastian joined hands, and murmured something in Latin.
Ferdinand shifted with a snarl, and took off running. Donovan, Sebastian, and Mr. Dawson shifted and bounded after him.
I sat on the ground, still in wolf form. Exhausted. Dastien butted his head against mine with a whimper.
I wanted to check on my cousins and the others, but suddenly I was too exhausted to even move. I needed to change back and take a shower. I needed clothes.
After a quick look around the quad, I found the twins huddled together with the other brujos. They were crying, but otherwise unharmed.
Dr. Gonzales moved through the pack, checking on the injured.
Dastien bumped against me again, and then started toward his cabin.