The pack noticed on Monday.
Not all at once. It moved through Ironmoon the way most things moved through it, incrementally and without announcement, one person registering something and adjusting their understanding and the adjustment rippling outward through the connected fabric of daily pack life until the thing that one person had noticed had become the thing everyone knew without anyone having said it directly.
What they noticed was this.
The Alpha and the Luna had breakfast together on Monday morning.
Not at opposite ends of the long table. Not with the careful distance of two people sharing a space by obligation. Side by side, at the corner of the table nearest the window, with the Alpha's boundary law volume open between them and the Luna's green notebook beside it and a convers
