Chapter 319

Ignacio, King, the rest of my Council, and I were sitting outside. No one else in the Bolivian Council had been able to get up off the floor.

Frank, Tony, and Cyrene tried to be involved in the conversation that Ignacio and I were having, but they were too preoccupied with the sun and their own return to being human—or nearly being human—to pay much attention.

King had never seen the desert and was examining the packed sandy dirt and digging up small rocks.

"I take it that your Elder Council have all met their final deaths," Ignacio said.

I met his eyes. "Yes. But they had already proven that they couldn't be trusted."

"And their deaths had nothing to do with them decreeing your punishment by metal or that they imprisoned you for so many years in Limbo?"

"Would my answer change what you intend to do next?" I asked.

"No."

"Will you fight with us?"

"How do you intend to fight?" he asked.

He wasn't committing one way or another. I took a chance and told him about the Wolfpack, b