MAXIMUS:
Jasmine never did anything without reason. That was what set my instincts. And yet, the seal had been Crescent’s, the letter written by her. If this was a bluff, she better has a good excuse for it.
The courtyard was silent when I arrived, mist curling low over the ground. A figure stood waiting at the stone, dressed in white clothing.
I went, because an Alpha does not cower before veiled threats, and because my wolf also ponder for truth. The eastern courtyard was still half-wrapped in mist when I arrived. Warriors had not yet changed shifts, their boots echoing faintly against stone. The air tasted damp, heavy with the silence before storms.
And then she appeared.
Jasmine.
She walk toward me as though the ground itself bent to her steps, white silk clinging to her frame,
