It was a cool season in Finland Territory. The sky stretched in a clear blue expanse, and the air carried a calm, gentle breeze. Yet, none of it could soothe Emma Greens' restless wolf or ease the emptiness clawing at her chest.
She stepped out of the arrival den and scanned the surroundings. No she-wolf approached her. No one matched the image her father had mindlinked to her. The silence confirmed what her instincts already knew—no one was waiting.
Her wolf remained cold, distant. Even when she discovered the forbidden powder hidden among the portrait bundle her father had given her, she felt no shock—only confirmation. He had set her up. Deliberately. No escort. No welcome. Just exile wrapped in deceit.
