LyraHer name moved through the academy by midmorning.Isadora Vane. Late entry, special council approval, allied pack. The details came in pieces through the usual channels, overheard at the equipment rack, mentioned in passing at the water station, noted with interest by three different people who had clearly already decided she was worth noting.I collected the pieces without appearing to collect them and assembled them into a picture I did not particularly enjoy looking at.She had known Ronan since childhood. That part surfaced through Dorian, who appeared beside me during the break between morning sessions with his hands in his pockets and the expression he wore when he was delivering information he had not been asked for but believed was necessary.'Vane pack and Bloodcrest have had a formal alliance for twenty-two years,' he said, looking at the training field rather than at me. 'Their children grew up in proximity. Summit circuits, council meetings, the usual architecture.' H
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