“What
about what cats?” Finch asked me. “You're not making any sense.”
“I'm
making perfect bloody sense,” I retorted. “Cats. Live in the
Warp. Wander in the Weave. Have nothing whatsoever to do with the
Forest. I want that.”
“We don't
have that kind of authority,” she said, “I'm not even sure what
would.”
“I know,”
I replied, keeping both eyes fixed firmly on the wolf. I knew I was
about to get cocky and didn't want his teeth at my neck. “But
you're going to try and find out, and when you do, you'll get them to
make the decision.”
Lupus lunged
toward me but I was ready, spinning round his advance to put Finch
between the two of us.
“I really
think you should put a lead on your dog,” I told her.
