Chapter 6

Theo's cabin sat on the Greyline. A strip of neutral land protected by the old Accords, where no pack could hunt, claim, or drag anyone out. I slept for fourteen hours. When I woke, the sun was high, and I could hear everything. Theo's coffee dripping. A hawk three ridges over. And at the edge of the Greyline, a heartbeat I'd have known anywhere. Kane. I pulled on a sweater and walked down the dirt path to the line of old stones that marked the border. He stood on the other side. I'd seen...