Lenora's POV
We found Corvan in the southern territories two weeks later.
He was twenty-two years old, working as an apprentice to a millwright, and had been told his entire life that his parents were unknown — that he had been left as an infant and the family had chosen not to pursue the history.
He was a quiet young man with silver-blonde hair and clear eyes that had nothing of Marcelline in them except their color.
Bramwell sent a delegate rather than going himself — correctly judging that an Alpha's personal arrival at a stranger's door would create more pressure than light. The delegate carried the letter, the facts, and an offer: You don't have to respond. You don't have to do anything. But you should know.
Corvan's response came back within a week.
Thank you for telling me. I
