(Kaelen)
The call comes from the gate at nine in the morning.
I'm in the training yard when my phone buzzes — Sora's name, which means it's something that needs me specifically, not just any available enforcer. I answer on the second ring.
"Two vehicles at the gate," Sora says. "One you'll recognize."
I already know before she says the name.
I feel it in my wolf — that particular bristle, the one she gets when something is wrong in a way that hasn't announced itself yet but is about to. I've learned to trust the bristle.
"How long ago," I say.
"Three minutes. They're waiting."
"Don't open the gate." I'm already moving. "Where's Theron."
"East corridor. I've sent someone."
"Tell him to wait." I stop walking. "Sora. Tell him to wait for me."
A pause. "Kaelen—"
"Tell him," I say.
