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CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
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2026-04-14 06:58:05KNOX
Alpha Decker came back.
Not to the shop this time — he contacted Grayson through formal channels, requested an actual meeting, proposed neutral ground at a hotel conference room that suggested he'd thought about what went wrong the first time and was adjusting his approach.
I respected the adjustment. It meant he was intelligent rather than just confident, which made him both a better potential ally and a more significant potential problem.
We met on a Friday. Grayson came. Decker brought a senior advisor, a woman in her fifties named Ortega who'd been negotiating pack agreements for twenty years and had the quiet economy of movement that comes from spending a career in rooms where things could go very right or very wrong.
We sat across a conference table. There was water in a pitcher. Nobody touched it.
"I'll be direct," Decker said.
"Good," I said.
"I came to the shop to take the measure of your situation. I want to be honest about that."
"I know."
"What I found wasn't what I expected." He paused. "I expected instability. Unfinished bond, half-blood mate, young heirs with undetermined abilities. On paper that reads like a transitional situation that might benefit from—"
"From a neighboring Alpha's guidance," I said.
A brief silence. "Yes."
"And instead."
He looked at me. "Instead I found a functional unit. Your mate runs her operation like she's been running it for years — because she has. Your children are—" He searched for the word. "Formed. The word I keep coming back to is formed. At four years old. They have a particular quality of..." He trailed off.
"They're their mother's children," I said.
"Yes. That's exactly it." He leaned back. "I'm not here to position for advantage, Blackthorn. I'm here because what you're building at Blackthorn-Harper is something the regional pack structure hasn't seen in two decades, and I think there might be value in discussing alignment."
I looked at Grayson. Grayson's expression was the diplomatic one — giving nothing, taking everything in.
"The asylum policy," Ortega said. She'd been silent until now. "The one you and your Luna have been developing. We've heard about it. Three lone wolves in the last month have come to us asking about Blackthorn-Harper specifically."
"And."
"And we turned them away because we didn't have a framework." She looked at me steadily. "We want a framework. We want to build it in partnership, not independently." A pause. "I read about Thomas Harper-Wren. I was a junior council aide in 1993. I know what happened to him and I know what it cost." She paused. "Your Luna is his daughter. The work he started — this is it. The asylum policy, the mixed-blood integration, the community center. This is exactly what he was trying to build."
The room was quiet.
I thought about Riley on the floor of bay two with her parts invoice. The two lists. I'm not going to tell you it was okay because it wasn't.
"I'll bring the proposal to my Luna," I said. "This is a joint decision."
Decker nodded. "Of course."
"Give us two weeks."
He nodded again. Extended his hand. I shook it.
On the way out Grayson said, very quietly: "She's going to say yes."
"I know," I said.
"She was going to say yes before you even brought it to her."
"I know that too." I pushed through the hotel door into the afternoon. "That's why the meeting happens on her terms."
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