"Then you need allies. Protection. A pack." Corvin spread his hands. "We can offer all three. The ranch is remote — sixty miles of private trails, dark skies, mountains on every side. The pack has held it for decades. It's the safest place for you right now."
"You want me to leave." I looked around the cabin — the kitchen where Elowen made coffee in the mornings, the couch where we curled up together, the bedroom where I'd claimed her. Our home. "You want me to leave all of this."
"I want you to survive." Corvin's voice was firm but not unkind. "This cabin is isolated, yes, but it's not defensible. Four of us can't hold it against a real assault. And House Varen won't send four — they'll send forty."
"There's something else," Elowen said slowly. "Something you should know."
She told th
