Chapter 72

“I am going.” Silas stood fully dressed, ready to walk to the stadium with us for the seventh game.

“Silas,” I said.

“No. I’m fine. My shoulder doesn't hurt, I’m a little stiff, but it won’t stop me. It’s better we use me at eighty percent than we are a wolf short,” he insisted. I was about to order him back to bed when Frey put her hand on my arm and stepped in between us.

“Silas, we are just w