•Nelson •We moved through the palace quickly, the corridors quiet in the way they’d been since this morning a different quiet than usual, the kind that came from a household that had been in alert mode for hours and was running on controlled tension rather than ordinary routine. Warriors at posts, servants moving with the specific efficiency of people who understood something serious was happening and were staying out of the way of it. Derrick fell into step behind us as we passed the main corridor junction, his expression asking the question without words.“Update,” I said without stopping.“Three confirmed,” he said, matching our pace. “The third pack went silent about forty minutes ago. Eastern territory, mid-sized pack, no warning signal before the cut-off.” He paused. “No survivors have made contact. No distress signals before it happened. Just… silence.”Three packs. Gone from within twenty four hours, as if someone had cut a thread, no fraying or gradual fade, just present a
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