'Oh, I could show you teeth, Maski,' hissed Hal.
Do it, Dad, Ava willed him. Do it for me, for all of us.
'But I have no right.' Hal took a meek step back. 'Not all wolves feel as I do, I know. Many will welcome and embrace strong leadership, a chance to thrive again… however slim that chance is.'
'We are summoning Zubbe from the dead,' Maski snapped. 'With such a miracle in our grasp, who dares limit our ambition?'
'It is a miracle, I agree,' Hal conceded. 'You will raise a magnificent specter from our past, and I wish to join with him. To bring about his rebirth.'
Ava stared at him helplessly. 'To die?'
'You dare to call the Fayo boy a coward?' Marcy grabbed hold of Hal and spun him around to face her. 'You weakling. You don't dare to face up to the future so you sacrifice yourself to the past!'
