FIA
The knock came sharp and sudden, three quick raps that cut straight through the quiet warmth Cian and I had built between us. It startled me enough that my shoulders tensed before I could stop it.
Cian turned his head toward the door. "Who is it?"
"I apologize for disturbing you, Alpha." The voice belonged to one of the sentinels. Young. Nervous in that way that always made his words come out too fast. "But we have emissaries from the Silver Creek pack. They're requesting an audience with both you and the Luna."
Cian muttered a curse under his breath as he stood, the chair scraping softly against the floor. He crossed the room in long strides and pulled the door open. The sentinel snapped to attention.
"Emissaries?" Cian asked. "What do they want?"
The sentinel shifted his weight, eyes flicking down the hallway before returning to Cian. "They didn't say, Alpha."
