(Caius)
By the time we reached the pack house, word had already spread.
It always did in places like this. One rider seen at the road became ten whispers in a kitchen, then a full story before the doors ever opened. My wolves took position without being told. Two at the entrance. Two at the side hall. More through the room and outside in the yard.
There would be no confusion and no openings.
I dismounted first and helped Isla down.
She took my hand and stepped to the ground. I released her once she had her balance and looked at the house ahead of us. Same stone. Same doors. Same place where power had been used like a weapon for years and called order while it happened.
"Let's go," I said.
She nodded and moved beside me.
We entered through the main doors.
The corridor had wolves li
