Kael sat across from me at the table where three hours ago I had read a prophecy that rewrote my daughter's future, and he looked at me with those dark eyes that had been holding something back since the forest, since the war room, since every carefully managed conversation we had conducted inside these walls.
Then he opened a drawer I hadn't noticed in the base of the table and set three items between us. The first was a photograph. Old, printed on thick paper, the edges worn soft with handling. A woman I didn't recognize, dark haired, standing at the edge of a tree line with her chin up and her shoulders back in a posture that my body recognized before my mind did.
The second was a document. Different from the prophecy text. Newer. Official pack registry formatting, the kind used
