SILAS
Selene's POV
The border territory looked different in daylight.
I stood with Ronan in the shadow of a pine copse, the morning mist still clinging to the lower branches, and watched the eastern checkpoint through field glasses. The contact point where Silas had met the outside wolf was visible—a slight clearing where the perimeter fence met the natural boundary of Nightshade territory, marked now with orange flags that Ronan's team had placed in the night.
"Show me again," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Ronan handed me the surveillance photograph. Grainy, taken from distance through night vision, but clear enough. Silas, his posture unmistakable even in monochrome, accepting a small package from a figure hooded against the cold. The exchange had lasted four seconds. Then separation, Silas returning inside the perimeter, the contact melting into the forest beyond.
