Silvia.
Dawn was eleven days old when I got the threat.
It was not from hunters. It was not from Elder Colins loyalists even though I had been watching out for both.
This was something and in some ways more dangerous. A letter.
The letter was delivered to the pack house through mail addressed in handwriting I did not know. It did not have a return address.
Antonio brought it to me without opening it.
He put it on the desk in my study.
My study is a room that faces south.
It used to be a storage space. It smells of cedar and old paper now.
The room has windows that look out over my mothers garden.
I chose this room because it is small and it was not my fathers study.
My fathers study felt too big and too formal for the kind of leader I wanted to be.
I was feeding Dawn when Anton
