"We come to our mate and we laugh about how terrible the rations were without you."
RIVENS POV
My small, battered cabin, my sanctuary on the wild, forgotten outskirts of Roanridge, smelled overwhelmingly of three things: old parchment, anxiety, and now, the utterly intoxicating scent of Beta wolves. I stood by my rickety wooden table, trying to look professional while strapping a tiny silver dagger to my thigh. My heart wasn't pounding from the stress of the mission. In Elias, the decoy, was already in the transport; Silas was coordinating the final details. It was pounding because my mates were ten minutes early and currently involved in what sounded like a high-volume disagreement with a tactical guard outside my front door.
