Wren learned about Seraphine Dusk’s arrival while carrying a tray.
Not from Caelum. Not from the council. Not even from Edric’s office, though Edric’s office had clearly known long enough to turn the evening into a formal event before the kitchen was officially told.
She was carrying lunch through the main corridor when she saw the notice.
Cream paper. Formal letterhead. Center of the announcement board, not tucked beside patrol rotations or maintenance schedules where ordinary information went to be ignored.
The Ashveil pack welcomes Alpha Seraphine Dusk and her delegation for a period of diplomatic exchange beginning this evening. All divisions are requested to maintain standard hospitality protocols for ranked guests.
Wren read it in the four seconds her pace allowed.
Standard hos
