Night Flower
The answer that kept the treaty intact, kept the quiet that had held for two decades, kept every alpha from my father sitting in the reserve to the Supreme at Highcliff Hold operating under the assumption that the arrangement still meant what it was supposed to mean.
Document and report. That was the job. That had always been the job.
"Give me three more days," I said.
"Argent."
"Three days." I turned from the window. The map was still spread on the cot, the coordinates marked, the pattern visible to anyone who looked at it with the right question already in their head. "I follow the movement north, identify the fixed point they keep returning to, confirm the target, and I come back with som
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