The border ran between the southern pines and the granite fields of Silver Moon territory. Kaelen's warriors stood on our side in steel and white fur.
Caleb waited across the line with the remains of his honor guard. Their clothes were dirty, and several men had the red-veined eyes of wolves who had not slept since the plague began.
They looked more like survivors than an Alpha's delegation. Bandages showed beneath two men's armor, and one leaned on his horse after dismounting.
Caleb still arrived in his formal Alpha cloak.
"Serena! Enough of this. Your pack is dying. Come home."
Kaelen stood a few paces to my right. He left the answer to me.
"Hand over the core formulas," Caleb said. "You stole pack resources because you were jealous. I am willing to overlook it. Return now, and I w
