The humans moved faster than Aria expected.
Not with soldiers or vans or cameras in the trees.
With a phone.
Tamir brought the trouble back in his pocket.
Aria was coming in from patrol when she heard his voice in the hall, tight with something that wasn’t quite fear.
“I’m telling you, it was on his screen. He was showing it to the whole counter.”
“What screen?” Lena demanded.
Tamir held up his phone. “This one, now.”
By the time Aria reached them, half a dozen wolves had clustered around, heads bowed over the small glowing rectangle.
Lena glanced up, eyes sharp. “You should see this,” she said.
Aria stepped in close enough to look.
The video was short and messy, clearly shot on a handheld. Dark trees. Snow catching the light in patches. Whoever held the camera was breathing har
