“In bocca al lupo.” It was a phrase that the High Garda used to wish one another luck traveling through the Translation portals, a process that was painful and terrifying and dangerous in equal measure, and it seemed right about now. In the mouth of the wolf. “Crepi il lupo,” thomas responded as Jess’s cell was locked tight, and the he was gone, prodded down the hall and to the outer door and away. Kill the wolf.”
