Lyanna's contact arrived four days later.She came alone, on foot, through the main gate at midmorning with a pack on her back and the unhurried energy of someone who had been walking a long time and didn't particularly mind. She was small—shorter than Jasmina, darker, with close-cropped grey hair and the kind of face that gave nothing away on first look.Her name was Sable.No last name offered. Jasmina didn't ask.Lyanna met her at the gate with the brief embrace of two people who had known each other long enough that the reunion didn't require performance. They spoke in low voices for a moment, then Lyanna brought her to the main building.Jasmina was in the office. She stood when they came in—not ceremony, just instinct. Sable had that effect. Something about her moved the air differently."Alpha Supreme," Lyanna said. "This is Sable. She taught me."Jasmina looked at Lyanna. Lyanna, who had trained Damoew, who had trained half the senior warriors in this pack, who was herself one
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