"Comms check." Kade's voice comes through the earpiece clearly. "Isla, you reading me?"
I press the transmit button. "Loud and clear."
"Good. Marcus just crossed into neutral territory. He's got two guards with him. Both Beta-level, armed but not overtly aggressive."
Through the high-powered scope mounted in the observation post, I can see the border meeting point. Kade stands with Kieran flanking him, both in formal Alpha and Beta attire. Behind them, slightly back, Delta Kyle and four elite warriors in tactical gear.
And approaching from the opposite side, Marcus Gray.
My father. Except he's not, is he?
He looks older than I remember. Gray threading through his dark hair, new lines around his eyes. He moves with the confidence of a ranked wolf, but there's tension in his shoulders.
