Red Fang didn't knock.
Three trucks smashed through the trees on the north side, not the river. No white flags. No Council manners.
Four men jumped out. Big. Scarred. Their Alpha was exactly how Giselle described him - sixty, belly hanging over his belt, gold teeth, eyes that looked at Giselle like she was a thing he bought.
"Beta Hart!" he shouted at Darius across the river, like this was a business deal. "You said the daughter would be ready at Silverpine! You said slim, blonde, obedient! I drove three hours!"
Darius went pale. "Alpha Goran, this is not the time -"
Giselle made a small sound behind me and hid behind Theo. She was shaking so hard the blanket slipped.
Alpha Goran saw her.
"There she is!" He pointed a thick finger. "That's her! The sister said she'd throw in the curv
