After a few failed attempts, Laurie opened one of her portals. She was shaking by the time she did it, and Fen looked ready to bite someone. Matt didn’t want to step between them, and he wasn’t sure who he’d side with anyway. Laurie was right that they needed her help, but Fen was right that she looked like she was going to be sick.

They stepped through a door that brought them out in a forest. After a quick look around, Fen declared the Raiders camp was about a quarter mile away. Blackwell was nearby, too. Matt thought about that—how close he was to home. He could be there in a half hour. But he couldn’t. Not now. Maybe not ever again.

At this moment, all that was important was that they were far enough from both Blackwell and the Raider camp that no one would stumble on them as they plotted. As evening fell, the forest shadows lengthening, Matt explained his idea.

“I don’t get it,” Baldwin said. “You said you needed us for a fight.”

Matt shook his head. “I said we needed everyone for backup. That’s in caseof a fight. This is more than a couple of dumb trolls. These guys outnumber us, and they’re allgood fighters. Plus, some can change into wolves. Big wolves.”

“So… there’s no fight?” Baldwin said.

“Thorsen’s right,” Fen said, probably because he was still angling to keep Laurie out of danger. “We don’t want a battle if we don’t need one. Better to sneak in and grab it while the rest of us watch for trouble.”

“Actually, I was going to ask you to come along,” Matt said. “You know the camp.”

“Just what I’ve told you already. I have no idea where they’re keeping the shield.”

Fen looked at Matt with a strange expression, half challenge and half pleading, and Matt realized that Fen must have been reallyshaken up by Laurie getting hurt. It made sense, considering how close they were.

“I think it’s better for everyone if I stay here,” Fen continued. “I’ll change to a wolf so I can listen for trouble, and I’ll run in if I hear anything.”

“I guess that’s okay.” Matt looked at the others, ignoring Laurie, who was staring suspiciously at Fen as he studied his feet. “So who wants to come with me?”

Baldwin and Matt peered out from behind a bush, having left the others back in the forest grove. Matt started sneaking around it when Baldwin motioned for him to wait.

“Before we go, I just want to say thanks for picking me.”

Matt shrugged. “No problem.”

He didn’t want to add that no one else had exactly jumped at the chance. Laurie had offered, but Fen gave Matt a look to say he’d better not pick her… or else. Ray volunteered, which earned Matt the same kind of look from Reyna. Astrid offered, but Matt didn’t know enough about her skills—her powers or her ability to defend herself. He probably would have picked Baldwin anyway. He couldn’t get hurt, and he’d promised not to try to cause a fight.

“I just wanted to say thanks,” Balwin said. “I’m usually not the guy anyone picks.”

Matt peered at him. “Why not? Everyone likes you.”

“Oh, I’m never left until the end or anything. But I’m never the first. If it’s math teams or spelling bees, I do okay, but lots of kids do better. Same with sports. Art. Music. Whatever. I’m never first.” Baldwin gave a small laugh, a little sad.

“I know what that’s like.”

“But we were definitely someone’s first pick now, huh?” Baldwin grinned over at him. “Those Norns or Valkyries or whoever. Someone picked us first.”

Matt smiled. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“They did. Anyway, we should get going. I just wanted to say thanks and that I won’t make you regret it. Not you. Not the gods. Whatever I need to do, I’ll do it, and I’ll do it well.”

Fen had warned Matt to sneak in downwind so none of the wulfenkindsmelled them. There wasn’t much of a wind that evening, so Matt had to keep stopping and checking. When they were close enough to see the camp, he motioned that they’d stop behind another bush.

While Baldwin waited patiently, Matt pushed aside branches and peered out. He always thought of Raiders as Boy Scouts gone bad. Now, seeing their camp, he realized that wasn’t far off. He’d spent a year in Scouts himself, and part of the reason he’d taken up boxing and wrestling was to have an excuse to quit. His leader used to be in the army and ran his troop like they were cadets. Especially when they went camping. Everything had to be just right. A pile of logs beside the fire pit at all times, with the logs just the right size, piled just the right way. No garbage anywhere, which made sense, but the rule applied to anything you weren’t using at the time. Put down a mug and leave on a hike and you’d get fifty push-ups. Even though they stayed at the same campsite all week, they had to roll their sleeping bags and pack their gear every morning. In case, you know, the enemy swooped in and they had to evacuate. Crazy.

Now Matt was wondering if his Scout leader had been a Raider, too. The camp looked the same, with only the tents left up. Even those tents were arranged in a perfect circle around the fire pit.

“Looks like nobody’s here,” Baldwin whispered. “They must all be off on a raid.” He paused. “Was Fen serious about that? They really raid towns? Like the Vikings?”

“More like vultures. They break into empty homes and steal anything that’s not nailed down. I’m sure they’ve left a guard here, though. We need to find him before we go in.”

Baldwin didn’t ask how Matt planned to go in. He just seemed to accept that Matt knew what he was doing. He was wrong. Matt looked at the camp and felt a weird sinking sensation in his stomach. There were at least a dozen tents that all faced the campfire in the middle, so how would he sneak into one without being spotted? And which was the right tent? Fen said it would probably be in Skull’s or Hattie’s—they were the leaders. But Fen also said that their tents looked just like all the rest. Supremely unhelpful.

“Oh!” Baldwin whispered, pointing. “Something moved over there. Did you see it?”

Matt hadn’t, but as he squinted, he spotted a glowing red dot, hovering in the air. Then he saw a dark figure holding out the dot to another, who took it and lifted it to his lips. Two guys sharing a cigarette.

The two guards were on the far side of the camp, downhill a little, by a stream. When Matt hunkered down, he couldn’t see that red dot anymore. Meaning they couldn’t see him. He smiled.

He whispered for Baldwin to stick behind him and stay quiet. He didn’t really need the warning—that’s what Baldwin had been doing the whole time. The perfect team member. Maybe the others could take lessons.

As they drew closer to the ring of tents, Matt’s amulet began to tingle. It didn’t exactly warm up, and it didn’t exactly vibrate, either. He wasn’t sure how to describe it, except as a tingle. Like it was reminding him it was there.

Was it reacting to the shield? But it was the shield from the longship, and he’d been around it lots of times and his amulet had done nothing. But it had done nothing around the Raiders before. So…

Follow the weird feeling.That’s what his gut said. So that’s what he did. They circled around the outside of the tent ring. The amulet tingled more with each step, until it started tingling less. Matt backed up and found the tent that seemed to produce the most tingle… which sounded completely ridiculous, and he sure wasn’t saying it to Baldwin. Again, he didn’t need to. Baldwin didn’t ask. He just trusted that Matt knew what he was doing.

Matt knew he couldn’t just sneak into the tent and expect Baldwin to knowhe should stand guard. Fen would; Laurie would. Baldwin had to be told, but once he was—in a brief, whispered exchange—he got it, and Matt had no doubt he wouldwatch his back.