Ava: Functioning Luna in Crisis (II)
"What ship?" I ask, because it's the first time I've ever heard of this thing. We have a ship? We're not even close to the ocean, so how can we have a ship?
But the Grand Sage isn't interested in answering. He jumps to the floor in a flurry of movement, snapping his fingers in our general direction. "Come, come. You wanted to know where they are. Now we know."
My eyes brighten. If the Grand Sage knows where they are, then—
"Stay here," Kellan says.
"No."
Okay. Maybe Functioning Luna—
Stop.
Maybe Functioning Ava shouldn't be heading out. Maybe she should be staying here, safe in Wolf's Landing, with her people.
But there's something zinging around in my blood, insisting that I need to be there. My wolves are great people. They are strong, capable, and I know they would lay down their lives for this pack.
Magic, though? They're woefully incapable of handling anything to deal with magic.