UNTIL THE LAST ALPHA BEGS
“Move across the border tonight. I don't care about the treaties. Track that scent wherever it goes, find out which house she's in, and bring her back. Bring her back or don't bother coming home at all.”
Rowan took a step forward, his voice dropping into that tight, careful register he used when he was trying to talk me down from a ledge. “If you cross that border, Kaelen, the pack fractures. The second your boots hit Blackthorn soil, Selene will move. She's already whispering to the elders. They'll declare you unfit before sunrise, the alliances we spent years building will fall apart, and we will have a civil war on our hands.”
“Let them talk,” I muttered, the logic in my head spinning out