The letter showed up on a clear morning.
No black seal.
No blood on the envelope.
No ancient symbol burning through the paper.
Just a plain letter carried by a tired young messenger with mud on his boots.
Darius read it twice.
Then a third time.
Luna watched him from across the breakfast table.
“Well?” she asked.
He folded the letter carefully.
“Alpha Rowan wants us to visit her territory,” Darius said.
“Why?” Luna asked.
“She’s opening the mountain forest.”
Luna smiled.
The forest three territories had fought over during the Council of Tomorrow.
“They agreed to share it?” she asked.
“For one year,” Darius said.
“That’s a beginning,” Luna said.
Darius looked unconvinced.
“It’s an experiment,” he said.
“Those are usually beginnings,” Luna replied.
“It could fail,” Dariu
