Kalilah POV

The knock came just before dusk.

Three quick raps, a pause, then two more. Not a challenge. Not a threat. But not friendly.

I rose from the bench outside the main hall, my senses already sharpening. Damon wasn’t far—he was always near when I needed him—but I motioned for the guards not to interfere.

I knew that rhythm.

I stepped toward the sound. “You can speak.”

A gruff voice answered. “Kalilah. It’s Jonas. From Silver Moon.”

My stomach flipped. I hadn’t heard that name in over a year—not since I’d walked away from the ashes of what that pack had become.

“And what do you want, Jonas?”

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