Four weeks later, I was in the medical building helping Dr. Sarah organize supplies when the alarm went up.
Not the emergency alarm, the one that meant intruders or attack. This was different. Three short howls, a pause, then two more. The sanctuary signal.
My hands stilled on the bandages I'd been counting. Dr. Sarah met my eyes, and I saw understanding there.
"Someone's at the border," she said quietly. "Seeking sanctuary."
My heart kicked against my ribs. I'd heard that signal twice since I'd been here, once for a young wolf fleeing an arranged mating, once for an omega whose pack had been destroyed by rogues. Both times, I'd watched from a distance as Duke and the border patrol brought them in, as Dr. Sarah tended their wounds, as the pack absorbed them with the same gentle efficie
