From the corner of her eyes, Cinder saw his fingers twitch, but she didn't know whether Wolf was acknowledging that there was still hope out there, or whether he was just ticked at her for using him like this. Turning him into a puppet, just like the thaumaturge that had turned him into a monster.

Standing on the hotel step, with sixty guns trained on her, Cinder realized he was no better than that thaumaturge. This really was war, and she really was in the middle of it.

If she had to make sacrifices, she would.

(From Cress, ch. 41)