LILA
The news reached me before noon.
That is the thing about a pack. Two thousand wolves and every single one of them believes they are the only one who knows how to keep a secret. Gravemoon banished a man at dawn and by mid-morning three separate sources had told me about it, each one whispering, each one certain they were the first.
Cole. Out. Alone. On the road with a bag.
I set down my coffee and I smiled at the window and I let myself enjoy it for one full minute, because a woman should mark her wins, even the ones she did not plan. Especially the ones she did not plan. The planned wins prove you are clever. The unplanned ones prove the universe is on your side.
They had done it for me.
