Three days passed before anything felt real.
Not in a bad way. In the way that large things took time to settle into their actual shape after the immediate weight of them lifted. The council proceedings concluded. Marcus and Vanessa received a formal judgment. The inter-pack council was notified about Voss. Brock's network filed the complete evidentiary record with three allied Alphas simultaneously, as planned, and Voss found himself in the position of a man whose long, careful game had been called out in front of everyone he had been playing it against.
The pack knew by the second day.
Not from an official announcement. Packs did not work that way. Information moved through the living body of a community, just as everything else did, person to person, gathering to gathering, the curre
