On day twenty-three, Greer came back.
Not with twenty-two wolves. Not with Ashveil tactical gear and a formal delegation and Ryden's script to follow. He came alone, in plain clothes, and he stood at the south gate at midmorning and asked to speak with Mira Cole.
Not with Alpha Cross. With Mira Cole specifically.
The patrol wolf who took the message brought it to Cord, who brought it to Damien, who brought it to Mira with the specific expression of a man who trusted her read and didn't fully love what her read was pointing toward.
"You want to see him," Damien said.
"Yes."
"Alone."
"Not entirely alone," she said. "Cord within earshot. Perimeter eyes on him. But yes — he asked for me specifically, which means whatever he has to say, he's decided I'm the one he wants to say it to." Sh
