The digital slate was still warm from her hand when Caius's car came up the drive too fast, gravel spitting under the tires.
Sera didn't wait for him to reach the porch. She met him at the top of the wooden steps, the cool morning wind whipping her hair across her face. "You weren't here to sign for it yourself."
"I know." He took the steps two at a time, his boots pounding against the wood. "Brennan called my personal line the exact second the High Council courier logged the delivery at the main gate."
"Then you already know what it says."
"I know what it IS." His jaw was clamped tight, locked into that particular, dangerous stillness he wore when his wolf was one wrong word away from breaking something. "Isadora didn't just file an official grievance. She filed a weapon."
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