Maya's POVBy nightfall, the pack was armed.Not panicked but prepared.That was the difference Lucien insisted on, and the one I enforced. Blades were checked quietly. Patrols moved without chatter. Orders passed hand to hand, voice to ear, no spectacle.Still, I felt it.The tension under the ground, like a quake waiting for permission.Finn briefed the strike teams in the war room, his voice even, precise. He didn’t look at Sophie, but I saw the thread between them anyway. Tight, strained, and unspoken. Whatever choice Lucien had made in the council chamber hadn’t ended anything. It had only delayed the collision.Rachel joined me at the map table. “Silver Creek won’t take this as a warning,” she murmured. “They’ll probe again. Harder.”“I know,” I said. “They’re testing resolve.”Her eyes flicked to the door, then back to me.“So are others.”I followed her gaze.Ethan stood near the wall, half in shadow, pretending to check supply counts. There was a stillness to him that set
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