THE ONE REMAINING
Selene POV
The morning arrived wrapped in mist and the cold certainty that we had been looking in the wrong direction.
I stood at the window of Damon's study, watching the packhouse wake around me, and thought of Maren. The healer. Fifteen years of service. One of the seven who knew the ambush route—overlooked while we chased Silas, then Petra, then the ghost of Elias Thorne. While we traced sophisticated communication threads and second-guessed identity transformations, she had continued her work. Healing. Observing. Moving through the packhouse with the access and trust that her position demanded.
Kira's words from yesterday echoed: One of the seven wolves on Silas's list is still here.
