Sora's POVI spread it all out on the lodge table after Oliver's asleep. Everything I pulled from Violet's files, everything from the pack archive. Bobby drags a chair over and turns the desk lamp so it lights the papers.
For hours it's just paper. Old intake records, my marriage contract, bloodline registries, some of it decades old, some of it printed off Blackwood's system this morning. Boring. Bureaucratic. And then, slowly, not.
It's the dates that get me first.
"Bobby. Look at this." I lay two pages side by side. "My intake record. When I first came to Blackwood, they logged me. Age, condition, all of it. Right here." I point. "Wolfless. Confirmed."
"Okay. So?"
"So look at the date I got hurt as a kid. When I broke my leg at the border." I've never told him the whole of that, and
