Kieran's POV
The Crescent Moon Café sat exactly on the border between Moonstone Pack territory and Council jurisdiction. Neutral ground. No pack law. No Council authority. Just two men and whatever truth they could hammer out between them.
Kieran arrived ten minutes early. Ordered black coffee. Sat with his back to the wall, watching the door.
Valeblack walked in at exactly 2 PM.
Silver hair tied back. Charcoal suit, no tie. Council ring on his right hand catching the afternoon light. He moved like a man who'd never doubted his place in the world—confident without arrogance, powerful without needing to prove it.
Everything Kieran used to be before Mira left.
Valeblack sat down across from him. No handshake. No pleasantries.
"Ravencrest."
"Silverstone."
The wait
