Harper
The paper shook in my hand. I held it out.
Vane took it. His eyes hit the drawing and his breathing changed. Not a sharp intake. Something deeper. The kind of shift that happens when a thing you've been circling for days sits up and looks you in the face.
"You know what this is."
He was quiet long enough that I almost asked again.
"Fenris Empire." His voice dropped below its usual register. "Royal crest. The most powerful wolf empire ever recorded. Three centuries of rule. It fell before Red Howl. Before my father's generation."
He turned the paper over. Nothing on the back.
"Every bloodline Pack knows this symbol. Nobody uses it. It belongs to something that's been dead longer than most of us have been alive."
I looked at the drawing. Black ink. Unsteady hand. The same jaws
