Lion Head Mesa A fake brother, who steals your jeans.

Lilitu didn't need to see it on her face to know Jawahir was disappointed. She felt bad, but she felt even worse about disappointing the folks back in Brecheliant. She owed too much to that pack to throw it all away over a fantasy.

But then the woman began to herd her into the territory, saying she needed to talk to the Pharaoh.

Uh oh.

Uh, okay, she replied. She couldn't very well refuse, and besides, she needed to get a clearer answer on Ursus than the one she'd received. Still, her stomach was practically in her butt as she walked, and she wondered, if she called for Teya at any sign of trouble, how long it would take for her friend to get here.

Crap. Crap crap crap.