Seraphine's POV
Xander came at midmorning, and that told me how seriously he was taking it.
Sunset was for visits. Midmorning was for war dressed up as law.
He rode in with his father and twelve wolves in Stoneclaw grey, and he did not look at me when he dismounted. He looked at the hall. At the banners. At the size of the thing he had decided to step inside. A man measuring a wall before he tried to climb it.
His father dismounted slower. The old alpha was older than Aldric, with a face like something carved and then left out in the weather. He found me in the courtyard before his son did. He held my eyes for a moment and gave the smallest nod. Not friendly. Something else. Acknowledgment.
I had read his letter enough times to have it memorized. I am supporting his petition so he can
