"That's right. I don't understand why you're so keen on protecting Henry. Is he your long-lost brother or something? Or do you owe him a debt so great you'd throw your life away for him? Unless I know your motive in helping him, I couldn't fully trust you."
"Trust you?" Lyander scoffed. "And why would your trust matter to me?"
"Exactly my point." She took a breath, trying to steady the frustration in her voice. "Don't ask someone to trust you if you can't give the same in return. I know I'm suspicious—I don't even know who I really am. But we're on the same side right now, aren't we? And if we want any of this to work, we need to trust each other—at least enough not to fall apart when it matters."
Silence. Just the crackle of the fire between them, and the low murmur of the other wolves further down the camp, laughing softly at some shared joke.
