The call comes at dawn.
Garrett's voice crackles through the radio, clipped and professional. "Private jet inbound. ETA twenty minutes. Luna Elizabeth of Iron Fang. She's bringing security."
Cade goes very still beside me.
"My mother," he says quietly, and there's something in his voice—concern, maybe fear. "She's here."
I reach for his hand. His mother doesn't make unannounced visits. Not like this.
"You didn't know she was coming," I say.
"No." River moves to the window, his gaze fixed on the distant sky, his shoulders tense. "She doesn't travel without reason. And she doesn't bring security unless it's serious."
Rose stirs beneath my skin, uneasy.
The private jet touches down twenty minutes later, sleek and black against the mountain backdrop. Security disembarks first—six wolve
