The note didn't have a signature.
It didn't need one.
We have your sister.
Four words.
Four words and the fragile peace I'd been clinging to shattered.
Maya.
Nineteen years old.
Weak.
No wolf.
No supernatural strength.
No way to protect herself from the people who played games like this.
"Where is she?" Lucien asked.
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
The kind of calm that came right before something broke.
I shook my head.
"It doesn't say."
My grip tightened on the paper.
"The council wouldn't send a courier unless they wanted us to know they have her."
A dangerous stillness settled over Lucien's features.
"They wouldn't touch a human."
"They already did."
His jaw tightened.
"Council law—"
"Didn't stop Viktor."
The words came out sharper than I intended.
"And it won't
