Logan's POV
I told Noah that I had a feeling diplomacy wouldn't work with the Carver. Said it was just a hunch.
But that was just the simplified version of the truth.
It wasn't merely a feeling.
I know Alpha Kestrel won't listen to anything we have to say. I know she'll grant us an audience and then, without blinking, tell us she's still going to scrape the skin off Rowan's knuckles and chop off his head.
And as we walk down the ornate halls of the Selvorum Pack House, that 'knowing' only reinforces itself.
The Selvorum Keep isn't like the Big House back in Lykandor.
Lykandor feels like home: warm, lived-in, soft with love. The scent of stew always hangs in the air. Doors are left open. Voices echo with laughter. The floors are old wood and worn rugs, and someone's always got a kettle on the stove.
This? This is a fortress.
