Ravenna
I had heard the window break a half second before my body moved.
Not consciously. Not a decision I made with my mind. My wolf had been at the edge of my awareness the entire meeting, not resting the way she sometimes did in spaces that felt safe but forward and alert and scanning the room at regular intervals the way I was learning to do. She had been the one to flag the change in the air a fraction before the glass cracked.
I did not think. My body moved and my mind caught up a half second later.
I came across the table.
Later, in a quiet moment, I would think about that. About the fact that I had been sitting in a back room with a man I was not sure I trusted, in a meeting I had attended against Valkor's first instinct, and when the moment came I had moved toward the threat
