Conrad moved on Sunday.
Not Monday. Not in response to a filing he had been given notice of. Before all of that, before the official channels and the legal architecture and the regional tribunal that would bring every Alpha in the northwest into a room.
Sunday.
At dinner.
Which meant Lena had been right about the timing and wrong about one thing, she had said Conrad would move before Monday and she had been correct but she had not known the form it would take, had not known that Conrad's version of moving before Monday was not a private action, not a quiet reassignment or a locked door or a corridor conversation delivered in the tone of a man making reasonable administrative decisions.
His version was public.
His version was the dinner table with every pack member present and the can
