“I will issue a pack-wide mind link,” Talon said, his tone firm but measured as he turned to Diana. “I don’t want our members panicking.”
Diana nodded immediately.
“As their Luna, I can already feel their anxiety,” she admitted quietly.
She placed a hand lightly over her chest, eyes unfocused for a moment as she reached through the invisible threads that connected her to the pack.
“They felt it the moment Beta Conall stepped across our borders,” she continued. “Even if his scent is different… it still carries that edge.”
She looked back at Talon.
“They don’t understand the difference,” Diana said. “To them, it registers as one thing.”
Her voice softened slightly.
“Rogue.”
Talon’s expression hardened.
He knew she was right.
The Black Howler royal pack had fought rogues for years.
