The sun hadn’t yet risen when the messenger arrived.
Ivy stood atop the ridge overlooking the southern forest, her cloak billowing in the morning breeze. Below, hundreds of wolves and allies were beginning to gather — drawn by the Oracle’s death, the crumbling council, and the rising rumor of a new leader bearing the ancient mark.
But before she could speak to them, before she could begin the unification she had dreamed of, a black-feathered raven descended from the sky and dropped a sealed scroll into her outstretched hand.
Kael, beside her, stiffened.
“Blood wax,” he muttered, noting the deep crimson seal shaped like a wolf’s fang. “Darius.”
Ivy broke it open with steady fingers.
To the Flame-Bearer, Ivy of No Pack,
I offer one chance at peace.
Come alone to the Black Hollow on t
