Dawn streamed across Crescent Ridge in a pale sweep of gold as the packhouse parking lot filled with quiet movement. Engines rumbled softly. Headlights flicked against the morning fog. The convoy waited in a neat line, five vehicles packed with gear, documents, and enough backup to make the Council think twice before provoking us.
I adjusted the strap of my duffel bag and walked toward the lead SUV. Frost clung to the windows in delicate patterns, catching the early light. The air tasted cold and metallic, as if holding its breath for what the day would bring.
Talon stood beside the driver’s door, sleeves pushed up, clipboard in hand as he went over the travel roster with two guards. He was already in Alpha mode. Focused. Controlled. Sharp.
Ryn leaned against the passenger side of my SU
