Wren
Three days after the old woman's visit, I announced at breakfast that I was going to Ashwood for a week.
You would have thought I'd announced a war.
"No," said Zephyr, before I'd even finished the sentence.
"It wasn't a question."
"The roads, " he started.
"Are patrolled by your own wolves for forty miles, and Darius's after that. I'm taking two guards, per our treaty. The one we all shook on, in the snow, if anyone's memory needs refreshing."
Silence around the table. Caius was looking at his plate like it had personally betrayed him. Lucien had gone very still over his tea.
"Why now?" Zephyr asked, and his voice had stopped being Alpha and gone quiet, gone real, and that was harder to face than the arguing.
So I told them the true part, if not all of it. "The house on Silve
