We should have known the gossip sheet wouldn’t be the last volley.
“Look at this,” Riven said, storming into the suite without knocking and slapping a thick fold of papers onto the table. The top sheet was slick and awful: a swirling moon over stylized wolves, printed like a proper pamphlet. Someone had been handing them out by the stack.
The headline: ARE WE SAFE? ANOMALIES IN THE PALACE – AN UNSANCTIONED REPORT.
“Absolutely not,” Mara said. “Burn it.”
“Too late,” Grace said from the doorway, her eyes flicking gold as the pack-link carried news to her from half the city. “It’s everywhere. Copies in every pack-house. Runners passing it hand to hand. Council didn’t put their name on it, but the fingerprints are obvious.”
Kaiden appeared seconds later, torque half-exposed, clearly dragg
