They let Kellan talk until his voice turned rough and the light outside the narrow window went from grey to deep blue.
By the time Jarek hauled him back to the makeshift cell downstairs, Aria’s head buzzed with names and half‑formed maps:
A small town three hours south.
A warehouse “for equipment” that smelled like bleach and fear.
A woman with sharp glasses and colder eyes who called wolves “assets” when she thought no one was listening.
Hunt zones marked on human paper that overlapped far too neatly with pack borders.
Rowan dismissed everyone with a curt nod when the door closed behind Jarek and Kellan. Tamir left first, muttering about needing to wash the human stink off his skin. Lena gave Aria a look that said later and vanished.
That left Aria and Rowan alone in the cramped ro
