THE SECOND NAME
Fenn did not have a weapon.
What he had was a communication device, already transmitting, and the quiet satisfaction of someone who had been waiting for a signal and had just sent it.
Caius had him on the floor before it completed. The Morryn Alpha moved without hesitation, his authority absolute, years outside council restraint making him faster, harder.
Fenn did not look afraid.
That was what unsettled me.
“Who did you signal?” I asked.
He looked up, calm, almost amused. “Check your eastern boundary,” he said. “And your western one.” A pause. “And Silverwood itself.”
My device was already in my hand.
Soren answered immediately.
“We felt it,” he said. “Thirty seconds ago. Something at the boundary, not wolves. Something else.” A beat. “Sera, the territory is resp
