"Alpha Blackthorn, the Beta-Consort and her Omega Liaison just left together. They took... your shadow-mount."
"Noted."
I severed the connection.
Rising from my chair, I walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the Blackthorn territory.
Below, the sleek black carriage—pulled by my prized shadow-horse, a beast bred for speed and silence—glided out of the underground stables, merged onto the forest path, and vanished at the edge of my vision.
The glass reflected my silhouette—formal pack attire, expressionless face.
A few minutes later, I activated the travel scryer bound to the carriage.
The image was crisp. The sounds, crystal clear.
Kael had one hand on the reins. His other rested on Selene's silk-covered thigh.
His fingers traced lazy patterns there, the motion practiced. Familiar.
Selene had one hand draped over his arm, her face tilted up toward him, eyes curved with laughter, cheeks flushed pink. Her scent—even through the scryer—carried notes of arousal that made my wolf snarl in recognition. That scent should have been for me alone.
The modest cream cloak she'd worn in the council hall was gone—tossed in the back of the carriage.