LOGINMiriam called the appeals board into session the next morning without telling anyone why. By nine o'clock, five of them were sitting around a long table in the council building's east wing, looking confused, and I was standing at the back of the room with Elara and Corinne, trying to look like I belonged."I'll be brief," Miriam said. "Five days ago, this board signed a release order for a prisoner named Beckett. I didn't know about it. Nobody notified me. I'd like to understand how that happened."There was a short, uncomfortable silence."It went through the normal process," said the man at the end of the table. Councilor Hale was in his sixties, heavyset, with the tired, careful face of someone who'd spent forty years being reasonable in meetings. "A petition was filed. We reviewed it. It met the criteria.""Which criteria?""Medical," Hale said. "There was a statement from a physician that Beckett's condition warranted transfer to private care. We have discretion in those cases."
Nobody said anything for a while after Kael read it out. Miriam sat down slowly, like her knees had stopped trusting her."Can she refuse?" Rowan asked."If she was a stranger, yes," Miriam said. "But she holds co-authority in Emberclaw. That gives her standing, and standing means she can't decline once she's named. Refusal counts as a forfeit for whoever she belongs to.""For Kael," I said."For Kael."So Silas hadn't just picked an arbiter. He'd picked the one person in the room whose choice would cost Kael either way. If she refused, Kael lost. If she accepted, she'd be the one standing at the edge of the ring, deciding whether her father had won or lost.Kael put the page down very carefully, like it might hurt him if he moved too fast."Where is she?""Still in the records room," Rowan said."I'll go," I said."No." Kael's voice was quiet, but it stopped me. "I'll go. She promised you she'd tell me. I think it's time I let her."He found her where I'd left her, sitting alone at t
I didn't tell Kael about the message. Not that night, and not the next morning. I told myself it was because I didn't know what it said, and that accusing Vivienne without knowing was worse than waiting.That lasted until lunch.I found her in the pack's records room, going through old territorial ledgers with Miriam's list beside her. She looked up when I came in, and she didn't look surprised."You saw the name," she said."I did."She put the ledger down and leaned back in her chair. "I was going to tell you. I was just trying to figure out how.""Then start with what it said."She picked up her phone, found the message, and slid it across the desk. I read it twice.I'm not asking you to choose between me and your father. I'm asking you to think about what you actually want. You wanted real authority. He gave you half. I can offer you all of it. Emberclaw under one leader, you, with no one standing over your shoulder. All you have to do is stay out of the way."That's the whole mes
Kael was waiting at the end of the drive, exactly where he'd said he'd be. He didn't ask anything until I was in the truck with the door shut and the estate's trees disappearing in the mirror."Tell me."I told him all of it. Aldric's cardigan, the careful way he talked. Silas looking better than he had in months. The challenge, three weeks out, binding under pack law.Kael drove for a while without speaking. His hands were tight on the wheel."He said Emberclaw swallowed his territory," I said. "That the wolves who used to answer to him don't have a single vote.""They have a vote.""Do they?"He opened his mouth, then shut it. When he spoke again, his voice had gone quieter. "I don't actually know. I never checked. I assumed that if it was a problem, someone would tell me.""Who would have told you?""Nobody," he said. "That's the problem, isn't it. Nobody tells the Alpha when he's wrong."I didn't say anything. I wasn't going to make him feel better about it, and I wasn't going to
Kael didn't want me to go. We had that argument three times before Friday, and the third one ended with him not saying anything at all, just standing at the window with his back to me."If I don't go, he keeps Silas and we lose the only way to find out what he actually wants," I said."I know.""And he asked for me. Not you. If you show up, it turns into a fight before anyone says a word.""I know that too." He turned around. His jaw was tight, but his voice was steady. "I'll be at the road. Half a mile out. Rowan has the tracker. If you're not out in two hours, I'm coming in, and I won't be polite about it.""That's fair.""It's not a negotiation, Mira.""I didn't say it was."That almost got a smile out of him. He kissed my forehead, held on a little longer than he needed to, and let me go.The Vane estate sat at the end of a long gravel drive lined with old oaks, big and quiet and a little too well kept for a place that supposedly belonged to a family that had mostly scattered. A m
I showed the note to Kael first, then to Elena, then to everyone else who needed to see it. Nobody said much. Rowan read it twice and handed it back like it was something that might break."He told us not to look for him," Rowan said."He told us a lot of things," Kael said. His voice was flat. "That doesn't mean we stop."We sent people out quietly. Not a search party, nothing that would make the territory panic or give Aldric a reason to think we'd noticed. Just a few people Rowan trusted, checking the places Silas used to go, asking careful questions. By the end of the first week they'd found nothing. No sign of him, no sign of Aldric either. Both of them had stopped showing up at the bar, and nobody there seemed to remember either of them leaving.So we went back to the other half of the note."Don't trust the charter," Miriam said, reading the line out loud for the third time. "That's very specific advice from a man who proposed it.""Which means he found something," Elena said.







