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Ivy.The utility vehicle turned off the coastal highway onto a gravel road that led toward a small harbor tucked behind a line of pine trees. The rain had stopped, leaving the morning sky pale gray while sunlight broke through the clouds along the horizon.“Where are we?” I asked, looking through the rear window as Van brought the vehicle to a stop near a wooden dock.“A private marina,” Van answered, cutting the engine before turning in his seat. “Hale’s transport team arranged a boat to take you down the coast to a house near the border. No league records, no pack boundaries.”Tyler shifted beside me, unwrapping the wet blanket from his shoulders. “What about you?”“I have work in the north,” Van replied, gesturing toward a smaller truck parked beside the docks. “Mason’s old territory needs to be cleaned up before the council tries to claim it.”Noah stepped down from the front seat, then opened the rear door. “The harbor master has the keys to the boat. Everything is set up under a

Ivy.“How much ground are they making up?” I asked, my fingers digging into the edge of the dash as the twin engines roared beneath the deck.Tyler’s eyes remained fixed on the radar display, where the single red marker flickered three miles behind our stern and closed the distance with terrifying speed. “They are running a double-turbine engine. They will be on top of us in less than ten minutes if we stay in open water.”“The coastal charts showed a jagged cluster of sea stacks about five miles south,” I remembered, grabbing the laminated map from the side shelf and spreading it over the console. “The channel between the rocks is narrow and shallow. A boat their size will tear its hull out if they try to follow us through.”“If we miss the entry line, we tear our own hull out,” Tyler warned, his hands holding the steering wheel steady as a heavy swell lifted our bow and slammed it back down against the water.“It is our only shot,” I insisted, pointing to the tight gap marked on the

Tyler.The cold wind coming off the harbor whipped through the pines at the edge of the ice, making the black wax seal on Rourke's envelope gleam like fresh blood under the moonlight. I kept my arm locked around Ivy’s waist, shielding her body with mine while my blades dug into the black ice.“Say that again,” I demanded, keeping my voice low so it wouldn't echo across the inlet.“Elder Maren was relieved of her seat three hours ago,” Rourke repeated, stepping closer to the edge of the ice. His boots crunched through the crusty snow. “The Supreme Council claims she exceeded her authority by granting an unsanctioned release to a bound enforcer without a full council quorum.”Ivy stepped up beside me, her palm resting flat against my ribs where she could feel the steady, protective pulse of my wolf bond.“Maren had the authority. She was the primary blood anchor for the rite.”“The Supreme Council doesn't care about the anchor, Ivy,” Rourke scoffed softly, holding out the black envelope