Two days after Cassian’s reply, I found Valtherion in the compound’s rooftop garden. It was a small space, just some planter boxes Ariana had built and a few folding chairs. Not much to look at, but it had a clear view of the sky, and tonight the moon was almost full. One more night, and it would be complete.

Valtherion was leaning against the railing, phone to his ear, speaking in that low, commanding voice he used for pack business. He saw me and wrapped up the call in ten seconds flat.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

I crossed the rooftop and stopped beside him, my gaze lifting to the moon....