" Nobody liked my plan." You want us to split up?" Chase asked, his brow wrinkling in obvious bewilderment.Lake echoed the sentiment, her voice flat. " Why would we split up? There's four of us and one of him." After a brief moment's pause, she amended her head count to better reflect the real odds. " Three and a half of us, one of him." Three and a half, as in three werewolves, one human. I narrowed my eyes. " For your sake, Lake, I'm going to pretend that Devon is the half." Dev, unquestionably the strongest person in the room, just shrugged and let me keep my delusions. " It's because of my petite stature," he said. All 6'4" of him. "