The butler watched Avery, his ears twitching in surprise. Previously, the Luna would have insisted on seasoning every piece of elk and packing the silver canisters herself. Now, her scent was marked by a cold, sharp indifference. It was clear to the old wolf that Avery Monroe had finally severed the invisible leash.

When Avery arrived at the towering gates of the Hayes Relic House, Brent was already waiting at the stone archway.

“This is Avery Monroe, our High Advisor. From now on, she has Alpha-level clearance,” Brent announced to the elite sentries, handing her an obsidian entry charm.

Given Brent’s status as the heir to the Hayes Territory, his...