Marcus's point of view)
The message arrived without any formal seal, carried by a traveling merchant who claimed no particular knowledge of its origin beyond having been paid well to see it delivered directly into my hands and no one else's. I read it twice before the full weight of its careful, deliberate wording settled properly.
A pack cannot defend itself against what it refuses to see standing closest to its own hearth. Look carefully at who moves freely through your halls, and ask why their movements no longer match their words. The danger to Blackthorn did not arrive from outside its walls alone.
No signature. No indication of who had sent it, or why. But something in the careful phrasing, standing closest to its own hearth, movements no longer matching words, settled cold and im
