“Even as a pup, your scent was so distinct. The entire pack, especially the High Alpha, has felt the void of your absence. When I look at this old capture-stone, I see the fierce little wolf you were destined to become. And look at this.”

Ewing reached into his vest, extending a weathered parchment to Avery. “Your mother sent this to me across the borders cycles ago. She marked it for your eyes alone, but I held it in trust. I believe she wanted to leave you a guiding scent. I never dared to hope I’d place it in your hand myself.”

Avery froze. The elegant, swirling script on the...