"Should," Elton says. "It's reset to factory defaults, but it worked fine until I upgraded to the new one. Take it so we can keep in touch."
Free stuff is always nice. You pocket it and the charger.
Next, you really try to fight off the bread and the little jar of artisanal jam, but Elton is like an Italian grandmother and he absolutely won't let you leave until you have something for breakfast tomorrow. You can't tell if he's reeling you in with gifts or if he really doesn't like seeing you so poor, but by the time you're back outside, it's almost midnight. And bitterly cold. You trot double-time back to your dingy little gambrel and plug your phone in to charge and fall asleep the moment you pull your boots off.
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You've already accomplished so much, but you've only defeated one Bane and fought a fomor. You need to reach the caern itself, not just the barrows, and face whatever lurks there. Your brain rattles over names even as you try to sleep, Elton Daphne Nin Melodie Podge, until you finally fall into a deep dream. In it, Elton holds one of those threaded paper circles with a bird on one side and a cage on the other. He spins the paper circle so the bird appears trapped in the cage. But then the bird hurls itself free of its prison, heedless of fragile and snapping bones. The cage breaks. The bird is out. It flies away, spilling blood across the skyline of Northampton, and trees burst out of foundations, shattering buildings and flinging people high into the air…
Morning. You check your wounds: they're healing cleanly. You change the dressings, even though you don't really need to worry about infection as a werewolf, then you check your new phone. A single email from Scarper, only a subject. It reads He's dead Clay is dead already you blew it you fucked up everything
Well, shit.
I can only offer my condolences now. I tell Scarper that I'm sorry.
One mission can't be accomplished, but there's still more to do here—I ask for details I can use.
Scarper is an asshole, but I'm not going to dash off an angry email. I'll let it sit for now.
I don't want Garou business going out onto the internet. I don't answer.
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