"Response routes." Another. "Supply movements." The final marker. "And temporary deployments." Nobody interrupted. Nobody argued. The evidence spoke for itself. I took a breath. Then delivered the part I hated most. "The source may be close to leadership." The silence afterward felt different.
Sharper. Dangerous. Because everyone immediately understood what that meant. Not just politically. Personally. Trust. Authority. Reputation. Everything. One compromised leader could destroy an entire pack.
"How close?" The veteran scout leaned forward. I stared at the map. Then answered honestly.
"I don't know." The words frustrated me. Because uncertainty was becoming my least favourite emotion. And lately, it seemed to dominate everything. The investigation moved slowly. Painfully slowly. Eve
