Mary Ann’s POV
“I would like to see them before I leave,” Alpha Lucian said. “Frostfang’s valleys may benefit from similar covered frames.”
I held the folder against my chest and nodded. The northern farms were not only an Ironclaw project anymore. If the border settlements shared methods, trade routes, and warning systems, all three packs would benefit. That was the purpose of the alliance. It was supposed to create cooperation where there had once been suspicion.
“I can show you the farms tomorrow morning,” I said.
Across the entrance hall, Modric became completely still.
Lucian’s smile widened slightly, as though he had noticed the change in him too.
“That would be appreciated,” Lucian replied. “You understand the project better than anyone.”
Before I could answer, Modric stepped
