The message came a week later.
Garrett had been coordinating with the network, tracking down leads, following the threads of Magnus's empire wherever they led. Most of it was routine — supply chains that needed to be severed, safe houses that needed to be relocated, children who needed to be found. But one piece of intelligence had made him stop. Think. Call an emergency meeting with Sera and the others.
They gathered in the pack hall. Old wood. High ceilings. The smell of pine and old smoke. Sera sat at the head of the table — a place she'd never expected to sit again, a place that still felt borrowed. Dax stood behind her, a silent presence. Garrett, Ryder, Kai. The architects of whatever came next.
"The Eastern Compound," Garrett said. His voice was strange. Careful. The voice of a m
