Zara arrived at her door on Friday morning with a book.
Not a thin book. A substantial one, dark blue cover, worn at the corners in the way books got worn when they had been used seriously rather than displayed. She held it up when Selene opened the door with the expression of someone presenting both a gift and a proposal simultaneously.
"Pack sign language," she said. "The formal system. The one the pack uses for long distance communication during hunts and border patrols when sound carries too far." She looked at Selene. "I want to teach you. Properly. Not the bits and pieces you have picked up watching people. The full system."
Selene looked at the book.
She stepped back from the door.
Zara came in like weather, the way she always did, and sat on the end of the bed and opened the b
