It arrived addressed to Sera specifically, in handwriting she didn't recognize, postmarked from a territory three days south that the Ledger had been working for over a year.
She opened it at the kitchen island, expecting case correspondence — Neva's network generated a fair amount of written communication now, territories reporting progress, requests for guidance, the ordinary bureaucracy of something that had grown larger than any one compound could carry informally.
This wasn't that.
*Luna Stone,*
*You won't remember my name specifically — I was one of the carriers your network found in the Halcyon territory, two years after you found Lena there yourself. I was nineteen. I'd been told, by the same network that suppressed Lena, that I was a danger to my pack, and I'd believed it for
