"Little sister." Jacques emerged from the edge of the timberline, flanked by Gregori. When Raven didn't look up, Jacques sat beside her, his hand brushing her shoulder. "The wolves are quiet tonight. Did you hear them before? They were mourning the loss of Mikhail's home. Now they are silent." She blinked, her lost gaze focusing on Jacques's face. She didn't speak. His identity didn't seem to register. She was trembling, her small frame shaking, locked between the three powerful men. , Gregori suggested, clearly not understanding why Mikhail did not do the obvious. Gregori put a small edge in his tone. He sighed when Mikhail did not respond. Mikhail was well aware that Gregori thought he had lost his mind, but he knew Raven."