Oliver
Its been a week of work and sparing, the IT hub never slept, no one did, patrols on rotation, training on rotation, everyone on edge. The rest of the pack didn’t know what was going on, there was no use scaring them but they felt the energy to everyone else.
Even at dawn, when the rest of Crosslands was still stretching awake, the room hummed softly, servers whispering to one another, screens glowing with maps and data feeds, ward monitors scrolling in steady lines of green. It smelled faintly of ozone and coffee, of new wiring and old stone, a strange marriage of ancient pack and modern war.
It was supposed to be reassuring.
This morning, it wasn’t. I knew something was wrong before anyone said it. I could feel it in the air.
Ace feels it first not panic, not pain, just an un
