Wren
My first morning in Nightbane territory, I woke to sun on dark pines, a bed that had swallowed me whole, and one firm decision.
I would be an invisible guest.
That was the plan. The polite plan. I had a whole wing with its own little kitchen, and I was not going to be the stray the Alpha had to trip over at his own table every morning. I would keep to my rooms, keep quiet, heal in peace, and give the most feared wolf in the north absolutely no reason to regret his generosity.
So I made toast.
I was standing at the counter in my robe, stirring my honey chamomile, one bite into my toast, when the doors of my wing shook under three slow, heavy knocks.
I knew those knocks already. My wolf sat up and fluffed herself like she was expecting company.
Zephyr filled the doorway the way h
