By breakfast, Celeste had decoded the symbols on the bone token. They were old magic, the kind that predated the council by centuries. Tracking runes, meant to mark a target for observation.

"Someone's watching us specifically," she explained, laying out reference texts on the war room table. "Not just general surveillance. These runes are personal. They lock onto a specific wolf's energy signature."

"Mine?" I guessed.

"Yours and Darius's." She tapped the central symbol. "Whoever carved this ...