AriaAlpha Caden Voss.The name sat between Marcus and me in the quiet cabin like something neither of us was ready to pick up yet. Outside the window the evening had gone fully dark, pine trees standing black against a sky thick with cold stars, the border patrol howls moving back and forth across the territory in their steady rhythm.My wolf was very alert. Not threatened. The particular alertness that comes when something significant is close and she can feel it before she can name it."Twenty three years of silence," I said. "And he contacts the council now.""He specifically asked that his communication be kept from Creek," Marcus said. "Which means he understands exactly what Creek is capable of and has been staying quiet at least partly out of fear.""What changed?" I said.Marcus looked at me. "You changed. You invoked the Right of Truth and forced everything into the open where it could not be quietly managed anymore. Sometimes people need to see someone else refuse to stay
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