The new restrictions settled over the pack house like a change in weather.
By morning, the extra patrols were already visible. Warriors moved in tighter rotations along the inner paths. The usual easy flow of the grounds felt sharper, more watchful. I noticed the difference the moment I stepped outside — fewer casual conversations, more quick glances in my direction, and a low undercurrent of tension that hadn’t been there two days ago.
Asher had sent the formal warning to Blackthorn before dawn. I learned that much from Torren when I found her near the weapons shed.
“Their Alpha will have it by now,” she said, checking the edge of a blade with practiced care. “Whether he admits involvement or claims ignorance, the message is the same. Another step onto our land will be treated as delib
