“I think no one’s here because no one believes Maria’s sister is really lost,” Harlan said. “They don’t want to get out of bed just to see Angelina walk into the middle of town and ask what everyone is doing out so late.”

Tora tried not to laugh, but it was funny because it was true. Maria had cried “Wolf!” once already, and people weren’t all that forgiving when they had to decide between a dry, warm bed and a cold, snow-covered forest.

“Well, we’re here, because someone needs our help,” the ranger said.

“And if it were one of you who was lost or hurt,” said Phyllis, “I’d be grateful to those who showed up to help, not angry at those who didn’t.”

No one said a word.

Ranger Brock got out of the car. Phyllis and the pack followed.

The night was a cold one for December and Tora was able to see her breath. She was glad she’d decided to wear an extra pair of sweats under her pants.

“Thanks for coming out,” Sergeant Martin said as the Brocks approached.

“Sorry,” said Phyllis, “but Noble’s still not feeling well enough to join us.”

“That’s all right. We’ll take whatever help we can get.” The sergeant greeted Ranger Brock with a handshake and in moments they were discussing strategies and making plans.

Tora looked around at the people who had come out to help and didn’t see Maria among them. She turned again and looked away from the crowd and saw Maria leaning against someone’s car, her shoulders slumped forward and her head resting in her hands as if it hurt something awful. Even after everything Maria had done to hurt the pack, Tora couldn’t help but feel for her. She had tried to imagine what it might feel like to lose one of her brothers—under any circumstances—and just the thought of it gave her a terrible ache inside.

“I was wondering if you guys were going to help with the search,” said a voice.

Tora turned to see Michael Martin standing behind her. He was dressed for winter, with an oversized parka, snow pants and boots, and a hunter’s cap with both flaps tied snugly against his ears.

“Of course we came out,” Tora said. “Why wouldn’t we?”

“Well,” Michael said, seeming to search for the right words. “How can I put this…Maria hasn’t exactly been all that nice to you lately.”

“We’re not here for Maria,” said Argus.

“We’re here to find her sister,” said Harlan.

“Why are you here?” Tora said.

Michael shrugged. “My dad told me I had to come out and help.”

Tora’s shoulders dropped in disappointment. “Is that the only reason?”

Michael smiled. “Are you kidding? A little girl lost in the forest—this is my chance to be a hero!”

Tora smiled. Argus and Harlan gave Michael high-fives.