RowanThe call came at three in the morning, and I was awake before the phone finished its first ring.That's what Athena says I do now. I sleep like a man waiting for a siege. She's not wrong.It was Dena, from the communication room, voice flat and careful the way it gets when something is wrong but not yet bad. A border unit had picked up movement in the outer territories. Not rogues. A convoy, six vehicles, Silverthorne plates, no notice sent."Whose plates?" I asked."The Alpha's own."I sat up. Athena stirred beside me, one hand on her stomach, the way she always was now, even asleep."What is it?" she mumbled."Your father. Possibly. He's on the road."She was fully awake in a second. "He wouldn't come without calling.""No," I said. "He wouldn't."I called him. It rang out. I called Ethan, who answered on the first ring, breathless, with wind roaring behind him."Don't be angry," Ethan said. "He wouldn't wait. He said he had a feeling.""A feeling.""About Athena. He woke up a
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