Page 111 of Wolf Roulette

Listening to another report, I rattled off an order to the team in east.Fuck me,this code was a mind fuck.

A27 converted to B26, right? I hurtled more orders into the grid.

And the reports didn’t stop.

Booker’s updates were the only thing I could focus on other than the map.

Boom.

I jerked at the sound of the cannon. “It’s over already?”

A glance at my watch confirmed an entire hour had passed.

Whoa. That was intense.My brain hurt.

Do you think it worked?my wolf asked.

I hope so.I really, really hoped so.

Gathering my map, I ran at Luther speed through the grid toward Pascal’s usual position.Guess Greyson isn’t making a move for the bite meet tonight.

He likes us uncertain,she replied.

He did. And was good at it.

I reached the north entrance and searched for Pascal’s lily scent.

“Head Steward, how did we do?” a woman asked.

I squeezed her shoulder. “Unsure just yet.”

Pascal had access to strategically placed cameras and heat sensor information so she and the other marshal could tally some of the score as the game rolled out. That meant I normally had some idea of where the tribe stood.

Ugh,so many things could affect the score tonight.

What if our plan wasn’t enough?

The pack members we tranquilised at the start of the hour could have woken before the end—though we’d asked the stewards to monitor fallen Luthers.

Forcing bravado to the fore, I smiled and nodded at returning stewards.

Snow joined me and we fist-bumped.

“Good work out there,” I told her.

“Back at ya. Got hectic, huh?”

“Coordinating units may be a two or three-person job.”

She snorted.

I glanced around for Pascal again. “Anything else happen that I missed?”

“Not all of the pack went up into the trees. Greyson sent at least three larger forces on general sweeps.”

Dang.“Many casualties?”

“More than we’d have liked,” she replied grimly “Will the marshals take long?”

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