The clearing slowly emptied after Alpha John finished speaking, and the quiet that settled over the packhouse grounds felt heavier than the tension that had been there before.
No one was shouting. No one was arguing openly. But the silence carried something worse. Division.
I could see it in the way wolves drifted away in separate groups, and I could hear it in the low murmurs that followed them as they walked toward the barracks and the packhouse doors.
Some of them glanced at me. Others did not bother hiding their stares. Nathan muttered something under his breath beside me and rubbed the back of his neck while he watched the crowd disperse.
“Well.” He said quietly. “That was a f*****g disaster.”
I exhaled slowly and folded my arms.
“He planned every word.”
“Yeah.” Nathan said. “A
