CHAPTER 34: THE SAFE HOUSE

The safe house was not what I expected.

I had imagined something rundown. Hidden. The kind of place desperate wolves used when they had nowhere else to go.

Instead, it was a modern apartment in a building that screamed expensive anonymity. The kind of place where no one asked questions because everyone had secrets to hide.

"Third floor," Dante said as we parked in the underground garage. "Fully stocked. Warded against magical tracking. Cash and emergency supplies in the safe. Use nothing electronic. No phones, no internet, no contact with the outside world until I clear it."

"How long?" I asked.

"Minimum three days. Long enough for Silvercrest to finish their pack mourning rituals and for the council to convene about Marcus's death. After that, we will know what we are dealing with."

My grandmother was already out of the vehicle, moving with energy that seemed impossible for someone who had been grievously wounded hours ago. She healed faster than normal wolves. Another Silvermoon adv