Thirty-two steps until Haley Tremaine entered hell. Thirty-two steps until she walked into the smell of alcohol and burned microwaveable meals, into a place where fear overwhelmed.

I have to believe it’s right to be a warm voice, a companion if I can be, as soon as ever I find a friend.

Yeah, but what we need are some fighters who know how to take down a wolf. I know three.””If you are going to get the Pigs, you’ll need backup. They’re not to be trifled with.