NEVA POV
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The neutral ground Vesna Kael had chosen was an old estate two territories east — abandoned decades ago by the look of it, the kind of place that existed specifically because nobody had reason to remember it belonged to anyone.
Silo's perimeter went up hours before we arrived. Arden, Mitch, and Daven had mapped every approach and exit, cross-referenced every historical record of the property, and built three concentric layers of security more thorough than anything since the Grath farmhouse.
Ryke rode beside me the whole way, his presence a fixed point I kept returning to, my wolf running low and steady alert beneath everything.
*She wanted this specifically,* my wolf said, as we approached. *A place with history, isolation, control.*
I know, I said. Just like Daven chos
