Rowan moved fast.
Not dramatically. Not with the visible urgency that would alert whoever was carrying the thread before we were ready to find them. He spoke quietly into his phone in the shorthand he and Caden used when information needed to move without being broadcast, and within four minutes two senior warriors had been repositioned to cover the east and west interior corridors without appearing to cover anything at all.
I watched him work and thought about how much of what kept a pack safe was invisible. Not the border patrols and the formal protocols and the alarms that split the morning air. The other layer. The one that moved underneath everything else, the quiet repositioning and the careful observation and the specific kind of intelligence that did not announce itself because a
