Nefretiri
"That bitch isn't going to help us," Vince warned as we walked into the quiet packhouse. It was never fully quiet since we all lived there, but fewer people were up. "You know that, right?"
"I know," And sadly, he was right. She was a true assassin. Her priority would always be her contracts; no matter how much I gave her, she would never stop hunting for prizes. "That doesn't mean we can't use her as much as we can."
"Dangerous," Dylan warned, nervously looking around the main hall. There were only a handful of wolves, and they were all busy reading books or watching TV. "You gave… her one…"
"It's not enough to give her any power," Odie assured but quickly turned to me. "Why did you give her that chip? I mean, it barely had anything in it, but it's probably not a good idea to give it to her more. She's biding her time."
