Lupus
reluctantly let me go. I couldn't hear it, but I was sure he was
still snarling.
“We know
who you are,” Finch told me. “You're Fisher, Martes penanti,
once an agent of the Forest. Something terrible happened, and you
needed to take a break. We're here to find out if you're ready to
return to the Forest now?”
Well I
wasn't expecting that. “No,” I told her, “No, I'm not. I
can't do those things again, I just want to go home.”
Lupus spat
with contempt. “There is no home without the Forest.”
“That's
what we're told, but I don't think it's quite true. What about the
cats?”
