Eve's POV
The wards chimed at half past ten in the morning.
Not the war horn sound they had made the first time Katerina arrived, that full-throated alarm that had sent every wolf on the estate scrambling for the perimeter. This was the polite diplomatic chime. The one that said someone with credentials had arrived and was waiting to be received.
Eve was in the kitchen with Maya when she felt it.
She set down her coffee.
"What is it?" Maya said, watching her face.
"Someone's at the ward boundary," Eve said. "Diplomatic arrival." She paused, feeling the energy signature pressing against the wards. It was familiar in a way that made the back of her neck prickle. "Someone powerful."
Maya put down her toast. "Good powerful or bad powerful?"
"Neither," Eve said. "Known powerful."
She stood up.
Damian was already in the entrance hall when she came downstairs.
He looked at her and she looked at him and they both knew without saying it.
"Katerina," he said.
"Yes," she said.
