MasukThe council reconvened in Dessa's own territory three days after our return, smaller this time, no need for all five Alphas when the matter at hand belonged, specifically and personally, to the people it had already cost the most.Rennick stood at the edge of the gathering rather than sitting at the table itself, the particular posture of a man who understood he had not yet fully earned his place among the people deciding his sister's fate, however much Dessa had already forgiven him in private."The agreement gives us grounds," Verne said, his letter of formal ratification sitting on the table beside Dessa's own copy, ink barely dry. "Priya is not a pack, not by law. But she is family to a pack member whose loyalty was compromised specifically because that protection didn't exist. Under the new terms, that makes her rescue a matter the signing territories are bound to support, not merely permitted to attempt.""Bound," Dessa repeated, testing the word with the particular satisfaction
The council closed on the fifth day with signatures instead of promises, which Verne noted, folding the ratified agreement into his own careful keeping, was a rarer thing between territories than any of them liked to admit.Five signatures, he said, looking around the garden table one final time. I don't think this continent has seen that many territories agree to bind themselves to anything since before my grandfather's time. I intend to make sure it isn't forgotten the moment we all ride home and go back to our separate concerns."It won't be forgotten," Dessa said. "Not by me. I have a scout still trying to bring his sister home. I don't have the luxury of letting this become a document that sits in a drawer."We rode out the following morning, Jasper and I breaking from the main party earlier than the others, both of us carrying the specific urgency of parents who had spent five days doing necessary work while every part of us wanted to already be somewhere else. Cole led the esc
By the second day of the council, the table was covered in more grief than any single territory should have had to carry alone.Cade's account came first that morning the scout lost eighteen months ago, a woman named Ferra who had simply stopped reporting one season and been assumed dead in an accident nobody had properly investigated. Cade laid out her last three reports, retrieved from his own archive with the care of a man handling something he wished he'd examined sooner, and I watched Dessa's jaw tighten as the pattern repeated with painful familiarity small, deniable pieces of information, nothing significant on its own, building toward a picture only visible once every fragment sat side by side."She had a nephew," Cade said quietly. "Human-raised, living in the coastal cities. I never made the connection until I searched the old reports again three days ago. He disappeared the same season she did.""Leverage," Jasper said. "The same as Rennick. The same as whatever they held
I had left my daughter before. I had not, until the morning we rode out for Verne's council, understood that leaving could get harder each time instead of easier, the way I'd assumed practice would eventually make it something closer to bearable.Seren was awake when I said goodbye, gold steady in her eyes the way it had been every day since we'd returned from the trading post, calm and present in a way that still made my chest tighten with wonder every time I looked at her directly. She reached up as I leaned over her, small glowing palm finding my cheek the same way it had the day we'd returned, and I held that touch for exactly as long as I could justify before Cole's signal told me the escort was ready."She'll send word every day," Yseult said, standing beside the cradle with the specific steady competence that had become, over these past weeks, its own kind of reassurance. "Morning and evening both, whether there's anything to report or not, so you're never wondering whether sil
Jasper wrote the letter to Verne the same night we returned, sitting at Dessa's small table with a single candle, the grim focus of a man who understood every hour of delay now carried more weight than it had three days ago."I have to tell him everything now," he said, not looking up. "The trading post. The handler. What he confirmed to whoever he answers to. There's no honest partial truth left that covers this."I sat across from him, Seren asleep against my chest, gold finally softened to a gentle glow that pulsed rather than blazed — the settled rhythm of a child who had learned, in our absence, to simply exist inside her own power instead of being overwhelmed by it."Tell him the trading post happened," I said. "Tell him what the handler said and what it means that the enemy kingdom knows the transfer succeeded, that they've had a source inside Dessa's territory for three years, that Rennick's sister is still in danger and we intend to help recover her." I paused. "But you don't
I had never in my life wanted to run somewhere as badly as I wanted to run back to the grove that night, and I had spent twelve years of my childhood learning exactly how much running could cost a body that wasn't ready for it. "We move at first light," Jasper said, already directing Cole and the enforcers with controlled urgency. "Fastest safe pace. I want to be back at Dessa's territory before whatever that man reports reaches anyone capable of acting on it." "Two days," Dessa said. "Even at pace, it's two days back." "Then we make the two days as safe as we can and pray it's fast enough," Jasper said, and I heard, underneath the composure, the same fear I was carrying, dressed in different clothes because a king couldn't afford to let fear look like fear in front of his own enforcers. I didn't sleep that first night on the road, though I made myself lie still, counting breaths, counting the rhythm of Jasper's own restless shifting beside me, because pretending stillness was







