The morning after Rourke’s exile the pack was restless.
Not in a bad way. In a waiting way.
Everyone was at the clearing before sunrise. Even the pups. Even the elders who usually slept late.
Darian and I stood on the old stone platform where Alphas spoke to the pack.
It felt different now.
Today we finish the fence I said.
And we start the trials for new scouts Victor added.
The pack listened. No whispers. No doubt. Just focus.
Work began fast.
Mara led the warriors to the north section. Victor took the south. I moved between both helping where I could.
Darian stayed with the pups teaching them how to track scents.
He was good at it. Patient. The pups loved him.
By noon the fence was closed. Solid. Strong.
Victor drove the last post into the ground and stepped back.
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