The moon had barely climbed high when the packhouse started to fill.
Every high-ranking member was already gathered in the main hall — Alpha Joseph and Elsie at the head table, Jesse standing near the back with his usual scowl, Zack by the window keeping an eye on the dark woods outside. Jax and I walked in together, the air thick with tension that hadn’t been there that morning.
Everyone could feel it — something was shifting again.
Joseph looked up as we entered. “Good, you’re both here.” He said. “Sit down.”
We did. I could feel Jax’s hand brush against mine under the table, a quiet sign of support.
Elsie poured herself a cup of tea, her eyes sharp but calm. “Our scouts picked up strange readings at the northern border again. Movement that disappears the second anyone gets too clos
