SILAS
She arrives at my warehouse just after midnight. Pregnant wolf, running scared, tracking blood from wounds that aren't healing right.
"Silas?" She's young. Maybe twenty-five. "They said you could help."
"They say a lot of things." I don't move from my desk. "Who are you running from?"
"Brennan pack. Cormac's enforcers." She collapses against the doorframe. "Please. I need to get to the Rookeries. Need safety."
Brennan pack. That's interesting.
"Come in." I gesture to a chair. "Sit before you fall."
She stumbles inside, leaves bloody footprints. Omega wolf, I can smell it. Bottom of pack hierarchy. Abused, terrified, desperate.
"Name?" I ask.
"Marian." She's shaking. "Marian Fletcher."
"And why is Cormac's pack hunting you?"
"Because I ran." Simple. Final. "Because I refuse
