LOGIN“They want us to.”Silence settles while the map fills with new detail.“Second recon,” I say. “Closer perimeter count. Watch for hidden flank.”The runner nods and departs.By evening, the sky darkens early under heavy cloud cover, and the packhouse hums with controlled activity that most wolves in
I do not wait for dawn.The moment a name attaches to a threat, hesitation becomes indulgence, and I am done indulging shadows that now have coordinates.Northwest valley.Kellen.Mobile encampment shifting every three days.I sit on the edge of the bed while the rest of the packhouse still sleeps,
They escalated proximity.And they left someone behind.Inside the holding room, I sit across from Darin while Layla stands near the door and Landon remains silent but present.“You crossed a boundary,” I say evenly.He nods once.“On whose instruction.”Silence stretches again, but this time it tre
I wake before the alarm again, not because of noise or movement but because the message from last night has rooted itself somewhere under my skin, and even though the packhouse is quiet and the bond is steady, my mind is already running through contingencies before my feet even touch the floor.Trus
Near the residential wing, I pause when I notice two younger warriors from different packs arguing quietly near the water station, tension coiled but controlled.I approach without raising my voice.“Report,” I say.They straighten immediately.“Miscommunication during signal relay,” one says.“Reso
I wake to the echo of that thought still sitting heavy in my chest, not panic, not dread, just awareness sharpened into something almost metallic, and I lie there listening to the quiet hum of the packhouse before dawn while the bond rests steady beneath my ribs like a coiled wire that has decided n







