The door clicked shut on the red of Yara's eyes and Soren was already moving, past Selah, past Maren sitting up with the play gone out of her, out into the dark hall after her.
He didn't call her name.
Calling her name would've made it the pack's business and it wasn't the other girls business.
The hall was cold and empty in both directions.
She hadn't gone far.
Yara didn't flee, she withdrew, and there was a difference in the distance.
She was at the window at the end of the corridor with her back to him and her open eyes on the black courtyard.
"You knew before they did," Soren said.
"I've known for a while."
Soren stopped a few feet off.
"The channel," she said but didn't turn around. "You thought it ran one direction. I know where you are. That's what the Bureau filed, that's what you assumed."
"It runs both."
