~The River Pass Incident~

EIRA

I was halfway through dressing when an alert reached my phone, sharp and official, routed through the pack channel reserved for patrol failures. That alone told me it wasn’t routine. Bloodfang patrols reported minor injuries all the time. Scrapes happened. Wolves pushed limits. But this alert wasn’t marked low-risk.

Elrich looked up from fastening his cuff the moment my posture changed.

“River pass,” I said. “Border contact.”

He was already ...