Reya’s POV
The neutral zone was a silent field at dusk—a flat island of truce between Riverdale and Bloodborn territory, marked only by broken steles half-buried in tall grass. Warriors stood at its edges: my Unmarked in ragged formation one side, Riverdale soldiers in pristine armor the other, along with their Luna envoy and two betas. Alpha Tristan emerged first, stepping between both lines. His teeth were tight, eyes bright with urgency.
He scanned the gap, then met my gaze. "Reya."
By the time I reached him, the envoy—Luna Seraphine—had taken her place behind him. Her posture was courteous but resolute, hands folded before her.
"You're trespassing," Seraphine began, voice polite but firm. "This is Riverdale land."
Alpha Tristan shook his head. "It’s a neutral field. We've both used it before."
Seraphine’s eyes flicked to me. "Riverdale demands answers."
I expected proof of our raids, but she didn’t step forward. Alpha Tristan’s voice cut in: "Not tonight."
Seraphine looked at him.
