Chapter Twenty

**Maeva**

*‘Thalia?’* I tried, knowing it probably wouldn’t work.

“You think I’m stupid enough to let you call the pack here?” The old crone asked. “A pack of wolves, impossible to beat. A wolf alone, dead meat.”

She said the rhyme in a crazy, singsong voice and then cackled loudly.

“Mother,” the youngest looking woman said, a tone of warning.

The older one finished her thought, “She is dangerous.