KNOX
The message from Alpha Decker came three days after we got back from Cascade.
I was in Riley's kitchen — I'd been sleeping in the building's second unit since the week I arrived, which was technically a separate apartment, but I'd been eating breakfast in Riley's kitchen every morning and that boundary had eroded naturally and without discussion. Hunter had something to do with it. He'd started appearing at my door at seven-twelve every morning with the specific expression of a four-year-old who needed someone to make eggs and had identified the most reliable source.
The message was formal. Pack protocol, correct syntax, nothing overtly hostile. Alpha Decker of the Silverthorn Pack requested a meeting with Alpha Blackthorn at a mutually convenient location to discuss territorial ma
