Grayson's POV

The call came in at nine in the morning. A private helicopter requesting clearance to land on the pack's eastern field. No prior notice. The pilot had given one name.

Yanis Hill.

I told the guards to clear the field and let it down.

They were walking across the grass when I came outside — a man in his late fifties, broad-shouldered, with the weathered face of someone who worked with his hands. A woman beside him — composed, watchful, the kind of ...