I unfolded the note with trembling fingers, Kade appearing at my shoulder just in time to read it alongside me.
The Voss pack has hunted the Marrow bloodline for three generations, believing it belongs by ancient right to their own line. They will not ask permission before they come for you. Trust no one outside your closest circle until this is settled. Not everyone celebrating your victory tonight wishes you well.
"Three generations," Kade murmured, reading it twice. "That's a long memory to hold onto a grudge."
"It's not a grudge if they believe it's a birthright," Isolde said grimly, arriving in time to catch the tail end of the warning. "Ambition dressed up as inheritance is the most dangerous kind there is. I watched your father prove that well enough tonight, Kade."
Rowan frowne
