The calm lasts three days.
That’s how I know it’s unnatural.
No Covenant scouts.
No resonance spikes.
No dream threads.
Just ordinary pack life settling back into routine.
Children in the courtyard.
Warriors on patrol.
Helena negotiating Council restructuring.
Morgan refining ward architecture.
It should feel like progress.
Instead it feels like inhaling before a scream.
The call comes just before midnight.
Not from the Covenant.
Not from the Council.
From Helena.
Her voice is tighter than I’ve ever heard it.
“We found something.”
Morgan is already awake when I step into the war room.
Kade and Kieran join seconds later.
Helena’s projection flickers into view — she’s in the Council archive chamber, surrounded by shelves and stone tablets.
“I accessed restricted pre-Coun
