Vespera’s POV
The three knocks came from beneath the training grounds.
Nobody moved.
Around us, warriors lowered their weapons, and the conversations that had filled the yard moments earlier died away. Even Finnick, who could usually find something ridiculous to say during a funeral, stared at the ground with an expression I hadn't seen on him before.
Callum held the tablet between us, the message still glowing on its screen.
THE FIRST ALPHA REQUESTS HIS HEIRS.
I stared at my name beside Damon's, then at the faint silver light beneath my sleeve.
“Tell me your pack doesn't have a habit of communicating through floors.” I said.
Damon's expression remained controlled, but I noticed the tension in his jaw.
“Not until today.” He said.
“Comforting.” I said.
“Secure the training ground
