"So you gave us months," I said.
"I gave you seven months of thinking I was the threat," he said. "So you'd have time to build everything you needed before you found out you weren't done."
The table held that.
"Who's coming," Ryke said.
Daven reached into his jacket. Produced a folder — physical, printed, the method of someone who'd been operating without digital traces for long enough that paper had become his primary language.
He set it on the table.
"Six territorial families," he said. "With resources significantly larger than mine. With motivations that are not ideological — they're financial. A Stabilizer wolf in a strong, established territory creates market stability that—" He looked at Mitch. "You'll understand the mechanics better than I can explain them."
Mitch had the fol
