She set the letter down.
She opened her eyes.
"There is a working on it," Senna said.
Kael's whole body went still.
"What kind?"
"A summoning-bind. Old pack magic, the kind the border covens still sell to any Alpha with enough silver." Her grey eyes moved to me. "It is not meant to harm you, child. It is meant to pull you. Whoever pressed this seal wove it so that the longer you hold the letter, the more you will feel it the ache to go back. To answer. To walk south and stand in front of them one more time."
"Meaning what," I said.
"Meaning your sister's letter is bait," Senna said simply. "Or your father's, using her hand. They did not write to warn you, or to grieve you. They wrote to draw you home. There is something happening in Blackmoon that needs you present. A binding this s
