EIRA VALE The road into town curved like a spine through the hills, cracked and uneven in places, framed by pine and frostbitten brush. Kael walked ahead of me for a while, silent, his long strides eating the distance between bends. There was something unhurried about the way he moved, even though his eyes never seemed to rest—always scanning, listening, watching. Then he stopped. A black truck rumbled up the path moments later, its tires spitting slush, headlights dull in the muted gray light. Two men were in the cab, and when they stepped out, Kael greeted them with a nod that seemed more like an order than a hello. One was stocky with cropped brown hair, the other tall and wiry, maybe a few years younger than me. Both wore dark coats and utility boots, and their presence said military even if their uniforms didn’t. “Eira Vale,” Kael said, turning to me, “this is Owen Hart and Kent Mallory. They’re my Beta's and part of my security entails. They'll take you into town.” I
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