The envelope was waiting on the pillow when we stepped into the suite.
I stopped dead in the doorway, the bond between Damien and me flaring sharp and cold.
The plain white paper was sealed with a single drop of dark wax stamped with a tiny wolf silhouette — the same emblem the pack mothers had started using after the grove. But this wasn’t a gift. Blood had soaked through the corner, turning the wax almost black.
Damien moved first, crossing the room in two strides and snatching the envelope before I could touch it. His shoulders went rigid as he tore it open. I watched his face change from protective fury to something colder, more dangerous.
He handed it to me without a word.
Inside was a single lock of hair — silver-white, the exact shade my wolf fur had been in the grove. Tied ar
