Mira's POV.

The True Pack arrived at dawn exactly as promised. Fifty wolves. Armed. Organized.

Led by someone I recognized. Derrick's son. Marcus's brother. "Open the gate," he called.

"Why?" I shouted back.

"Because we're not here to fight. We're here to talk."

"You killed Ava. That's not talk."

"That wasn't us. That was a splinter group. We exiled them." I looked at Kael. He shrugged. Could be true. Could be a trap. "Send three representatives," I called. "Unarmed. We'll talk."

They sent ...