"Say that again," I say.
Delia's voice on the phone is careful and low. "Your mother didn't just carry a Lunare bloodline. She was something more specific within that lineage. Something that hasn't existed in the documented pack world for over two hundred years."
"What specifically?"
"I need to show you the document," she says. "Not read it over a phone. Show you. Tonight if possible. Before the session tomorrow changes the public record in ways that make certain information harder to control."
I look at Dominic across the kitchen island.
He is reading my face the way he reads everything that matters. Completely and without missing anything.
"Where are you?" I ask Delia.
"A hotel on the north side. The Alderton on Clark. Room 614." A pause. "I've been here since yesterday. I left Ha
