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Cassian found it two hours before dawn, buried in a ledger so old its binding had cracked and been rebound at least twice, the ink faded enough that he had to hold it close to the lantern to make out the handwriting at all.He didn’t call out immediately. He sat there for a long moment, staring at the page, feeling the particular vertigo of a theory finally confirmed when part of him had hoped, right up until this exact moment, that it might not be.Elena Cross, the entry read, dated twenty-one years earlier, in a section of the Marlowe records dedicated to inter-pack diplomacy. Ravenwood emissary, present for boundary negotiations following the northern territory dispute. Notable for direct manner and evident distrust of pack politics. A second entry, several months later, noted only: E. Cross no longer with Ravenwood delegation. No further contact recorded.It wasn’t proof. Not fully. But it was a name, a timeline, and a woman who had once stood inside Marlowe territory before vanis

The second message arrived by raven, an old method Sloane hadn’t realized packs still used until Cassian intercepted the bird mid-flight over the eastern wall and extracted a small scroll from its leg with the kind of grim efficiency that suggested this wasn’t his first time doing exactly that.This letter wasn’t from Damon.Sloane, it read, the handwriting different from the first message, more careful, more restrained. I understand you now know what Damon revealed. I am sorry it reached you that way, as a weapon rather than a truth I should have found the courage to offer myself, years ago, when I first confirmed you were alive. I am asking, not demanding, that you meet with me. Alone, at the northern boundary marker, two days from now, under a flag of truce that I will honor personally regardless of what your pack decides. I have spent twenty years wanting to know my daughter. I am not asking for forgiveness. I am only asking for one conversation before whatever comes next makes th

She left before dawn, exactly the way she’d promised herself she would, quiet, deliberate, boots in hand until she’d cleared the hallway, moving through the compound with the careful economy of someone who’d spent a lifetime learning how to leave places without being noticed.Dax was waiting at the stable gate exactly where he’d said he would be, already dressed, already saddled two horses instead of one, his expression grim but resolved.“You actually came,” she said, quiet with something between relief and guilt.“I told you I would.” He handed her the reins to the second horse. “I meant it.”“Griffin’s going to…”“Griffin’s going to be furious, and Cassian’s going to be worse, because he’ll have already calculated exactly how many ways this could go wrong before either of us even reaches the boundary marker.” Dax swung up onto his own horse, offering her a hand to steady herself as she mounted. “I left them a note. Not details, just enough that they’ll know you’re not taken, you’re

The ride back felt longer than the ride out, though the distance hadn’t changed. Sloane sat rigid on her horse, staring at nothing, the weight of everything Silas had told her settling heavier with every mile instead of lighter.Dax rode close beside her the whole way, not pushing conversation, just present, occasionally reaching over to steady her when the horse startled at some sound in the dark and her grip on the reins slipped from distraction rather than fear.They didn’t make it back to the compound before dawn. They didn’t need to because Griffin and Cassian met them a mile out, having tracked their trail the moment the note was discovered, both brothers’ faces carved from equal parts fury and relief when they finally caught sight of the returning horses.Griffin reached her first, pulling her down from the saddle and into his arms with a fierceness that spoke louder than any lecture could have. “Don’t ever do that again,” he said into her hair, voice rough. “Don’t you dare dis

The attack came at midnight, two full days ahead of the timeline Damon himself had announced.Sloane woke to the horn, three sharp blasts, not the single warning tone from the scouting incident weeks ago, but the unmistakable signal for full assault. She was on her feet before her mind had fully caught up, Griffin already at the door barking orders down the hall, Cassian pulling weapons from the wall rack with the grim efficiency of a man who’d clearly hoped they’d have more time to prepare.“They’re early,” Dax said, already dressed, jaw tight. “Damon said two days. This isn’t two days.”“Which means this isn’t Damon’s timeline,” Cassian said grimly, strapping a blade to his side. “Or it’s exactly Damon’s timeline, and the announcement to Silas was a deliberate lie to buy himself room to move before anyone could stop him.”The compound outside had already erupted into full mobilization, pack members pouring toward the walls, torches lit against the dark, the distant sound of the appr