He was in Thornridge's eastern training ground, doing the thing he did when he needed to think, working through a physical sequence alone, the kind of training that had no practical combat application but used enough of the body that the mind could work freely. He stopped when he saw my face.
"Third line," I said.
He stared at me.
"My mother found it in the Caldwell records. The Ashveil Sovereign line. Pre-dates the pack, unconfirmed since 1971, and possibly sitting in Rowan Ashveil's family without anyone knowing what it is." I watched him process this. "If Rowan carries the line and it's dormant and unconfirmed, and we don't address it before something else does"
"Something else meaning whatever sent the thing inside Serena," he said.
"Yes. Something that was frightened of me as a s
