As I watched the blurring trees from the transport window, I remembered Connor’s insistent look. He had demanded the coordinates of this Southern trek the moment the scrolls were signed. I quickly pulled out my slate and sent him the flight trajectory and the arrival time at the Azure Coast. I didn't know what kind of shadow-play he was orchestrating, but the bond humming in my chest told me to trust his lead.
A moment later, my slate chimed. It was a formal link from the High Alpha himself. I felt a rush of heat climb my neck as his voice—low and resonant—filled my ear.
"Ava," he began, his tone professional for the benefit of anyone listening. "I’ve instructed my Enforcer, Jordan Reed, to upgrade your passage to the High Cabin. Will this disrupt your cover?"
"Not at all," I replied, m
