I Need a Number 5 And A Pack of Reds.

Lyra

“Are you sure this will work?” Ember and I have gone back and forth for an hour now trying to produce a plan to get information from her father without it being obvious or coming back to our pack in any way. We certainly cannot stroll in ourselves. Neither one of us could be disguised well enough. Not by our own doing anyway.

“We get a phone and call my parents. You pretend to be Monique and