Chapter 77

"Will we make it?" Archer asked, lowering his voice.

At the weighted silence, Shay loosened a shuddering hiss that jabbed me with an accusatory finger. We weren't dead yet though. In my pocket, we still had a chance.

I fished the jar out and held it up so everyone could see. "Keep going for as long as you can. When they get too close, we'll meet them with this. Now's the time to see if it works on wolves."

"Get your arrows ready fast," Thomas ordered.

Grady took the reins at the front again, Thomas jumped in, Archer slammed the wagon door, and in the next instant, we set off again.

Archer grabbed my quiver from the wagon floor, and I doused each arrow tip into the glass jar, keeping it close to me so it wouldn't spill on my wolves. Shay had given me a new pair of gloves, and they moved with me, free and easy.

"What is that?" Gibby asked from the far corner, still bundled protectively into her mother's arms.