Emma’s POV
I’m curled on the couch in the Alpha suite, flipping through a baby-name book Sarah smuggled me; we’re not trying yet, but she insists it’s never too early, Richard is in the shower, water still running in the background.
Then a soft knock sounds at the door. I drop the book and go to open it.
Kieran stands there, one hand behind his back, looking mildly uncomfortable.
“Luna,” he says, dipping his head. “This came in the pack’s mail drop. Addressed to you personally. No scent on it we could track.”
He hands over a thick cream envelope sealed with unmarked silver wax.
I turn it over. My name is written in elegant, unfamiliar script:
LUNA EMMA OF NIGHTFORGE
“No return address?” I ask.
Kieran shakes his head. “Found it mixed in with the usual summit replies. Whoever l
