Chapter 12 Fire And Honey

• Their tent carried the scent of warm wine, leather, and smoke when Amarok and Geri stepped inside. Macon and Gary were already there, seated around the low table in the center, their expressions grim.
• “Perfect timing,” Gary said, lifting his gaze to Amarok. “We were just talking about what happens now—with Salem and Orson gone.”
• Macon poured into the cups before him and passed one toward Geri. “It’s not just about them leaving,” he said, voice low. “It’s about what it means for the rest of us. For the pack. For this prophecy.”