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“What are you up to?” Achilles asked, but Athena didn’t answer. If he wasn’t an idiot, he’d figure it out.

She sniffed the air, scanning the larger grave markers, and the trees, anywhere a pack of wolves might hide. Then again, they might scatter. But that was all right. She only needed one.

Ares, Ares, Ares. My idiot brother. What were you thinking, sending them after us when you knew I was here?

But she really didn’t care. The wolves were a gift, and much like gift horses, you didn’t look them in the mouth. A flash of red fur, flicking fast like a fox tail, darted toward a copse of trees on their left.

Excellent.

“Go!” she shouted to Achilles, and he took off, cutting off the wolf’s path of escape so she could come in from behind. As they closed in, she noted that it was the twitchy one. Panic. Maybe the most annoying wolf, but no matter. She wasn’t picky. The other wolves would sing like canaries to Ares and Hera. They’d tell them all about Achilles. She hoped it drove fear deep into their bellies. Fear, like icing on her cake. But, it didn’t really matter what they felt. Because while the other wolves sang, this one would lead them right back to its master.

“Take it alive,” she said.

18

EXHIBITION

They kept the wolf chained in the basement. It refused to talk. It refused even to stand up on two stretched hind legs and pace. Panic quivered and twitched and looked as sad as any wild animal on an eight-foot leash.

“Talking wolves,” Andie said. “Just another fine day in godland.” She stepped closer to Henry, and he put an awkward hand on her shoulder.

“It’s weird knowing one of those things is right underneath our feet,” he said.

According to Odysseus, Athena had brought the wolf home in a sack, like a huntsman. He said that she and Achilles had looked positively triumphant.

“What’s the rush all of a sudden?” Henry asked. “None of us are ready.”

“She won’t say,” Odysseus replied.

Across the room, Hermes fidgeted and cleared his throat. “Maybe she just sees an opportunity,” he said quietly.

“For what? A new pet?” asked Cassandra. “Someone needs to talk to her.”

“Why not you?” Achilles asked. He came out of the kitchen with a metal bowl and held it out. “Here. You can take this down for me.”

“What is it?” she asked.

“Raw, room-temperature hamburger.”

“Gross.”

Cassandra walked down the hall and opened the door to the basement. The red wolf’s growl reached most of the way up the stairs, a jittery, unearthly sound that made her shudder. But when she saw it chained in the corner, crouched down on all fours and shaking, she almost felt sorry for it.

“Staring contest?” she asked Athena, and the goddess turned, surprised.

“Something like that,” Athena said. “You might not want to get too close.”

“Is it dangerous?”

“Not right now. Can I have that?”

Cassandra handed over the bowl. It sort of smelled, a little bit bloody, rotten, and unpleasant. Or maybe that was the wolf. There wasn’t much ventilation in the basement.

“Are you hungry, Panic?” Athena asked. “Of course you are. You’re always hungry. So tell me where your dad is, and you can have some uncooked burgers.” She wafted the meat under Panic’s nose and waited.

Nothing. Not even a whine. She tossed the bowl onto the floor, and the wolf dove on it, swallowing the meat in huge, mushy chunks.

“I think you’re supposed to withhold the food longer,” Cassandra said.

Athena sighed.

“I don’t want to torture it,” she said. “I’ll figure something else out. But it will lead us to Hera and Ares, one way or another.”

Panic finished eating and began to pace back and forth, fast. Its red brush tail twitched with a maddening lack of rhythm.

“Why don’t we just let it go and follow it?” Cassandra asked.

Athena glanced at her.

“You’re in as big a hurry as I am,” she said.

“Well, yeah. You think I don’t know that where we find Ares, we find Aphrodite?”

Cassandra cocked her head at Panic.

“It looks plenty scared,” she said. “It’d probably run right home.”

“Yeah,” said Athena. “It looks pretty scared. Except it knows exactly what you’re saying and can stand up on two feet and talk. It’s not a regular wolf, Cassandra. It’d be more than happy to lead us on a merry chase all the way to Indonesia.”