Lena responds within six hours.
That's fast even for her. Fast enough that she was either expecting the call or she's been watching the northern situation more closely than she let on at the signing.
Probably both.
Her message is short. Typically Lena. No preamble, no excess.
Father is aware of Greymoor. Has been for eight months. Call me tonight. Both of you.
Both of you.
Rylan reads it over my shoulder and doesn't say anything for a moment.
"Both of you," he says.
"She means it," I say.
"I know she means it," he says. "I'm just noting it."
We call her at nine.
She picks up on the second ring and gets straight to it the way she always does, like pleasantries are a resource she's rationing.
"Varek has been on my father's radar since last spring," she says. "Three northern packs
