"Seraphine."
Ravyn's voice came from the top of the stairs. He was leaning against the banister, unhurried, like he'd been standing there long enough to have heard most of it. "I hope you'll make it to the moon festival. Next full moon. We're hosting it here."
Seraphine looked up at him. Her expression didn't change. "Good luck with that."
Ravyn tilted his head. "You say that like you're not coming."
"You're smarter than I give you credit for."
Something flashed in Ravyn's eyes, quick, hot, and his jaw went tight. He swallowed it down. Voren was three feet away and standing very still, which tended to have that effect on conversations.
"The bond restoration ritual requires input from every werewolf," Ravyn said, his voice measured now. "Packs across the whole world are being contacted. We need everyone."
"I heard you," Seraphine responded without looking up, still unfazed.
