LUNA POV
The radio crackled to life in my hands just as I was running toward the Alpha house.
"Luna Morrison, this is Captain Reed of the Human Defense Corps. We need to talk."
I stopped so fast I nearly tripped over my own feet. A person was calling me by name on our pack's emergency radio. That was impossible. Humans weren't supposed to know we existed, let alone have our contact codes.
"How did you get this frequency?" I demanded, putting the radio close to my mouth.
"We've been watching your pack for months," came the cold remark. "We know about the Triple Moon bearer. We know about the changes in your area. And we know you're the one who speaks for Silver Peak in talks."
My heart hammered against my ribs. How did they know so much about us? I looked around the area, wondering if we were being watched right now.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"A meeting. One hour. The old oak tree at your southern line. Come alone, or we start shooting."
The radio went dead.
