Before departing to manage the border patrols, Miranda Shaw caught Avery’s shoulder. "Grant Lawson was planning to intercept you. He has scrolls that need your eyes."

Avery had her own questions for the High Scholar. Since her sun-cycle was clear of pack duties, she could remain within the sanctuary’s neutral ground and wait for his arrival. She gave a short nod, bidding Miranda a silent farewell.

The moment Avery stepped out of the Elder’s restorative chamber, Boris Guzman moved like a shadow to block her path.

Avery’s muscles tensed, her hand dropping to the silver dagger at her belt, anticipating a challenge for territory. To her surprise, the High-Beta’s posture...