Rowan tapped a fingertip on the edge of the map.
“Most wolves in your position would have demanded the date,” he said. “So they could rehearse the hurt in advance.”
“I’ve done enough rehearsing,” Aria said. “If I have to feel it, I’ll feel it once.”
“Reasonable.”
“It doesn’t feel reasonable.” She watched the inked loops. “It feels like… cowardice in reverse. Choosing not to look.”
“Choosing where to look,” he corrected. “There’s a difference.”
“I’d rather think about whether that rogue might circle back when everyone’s distracted by southern gossip,” she said. “Or which gaps someone would try if they assume we’re busy watching my old pack.”
“That,” Rowan replied, “is why I’m very glad you’re not down there.”
“Because I’m such a delight up here?”
“Because while they’re polishing hi
