It was not an explosion.
It was not a betrayal.
It was not a coup.
It was a tear.
A small one.
In a place we hadn’t reinforced.
It began in Coastal territory.
Not among enhanced wolves.
Not among youth.
Among mid-level administrators.
Three resignations within two weeks.
All citing the same reason:
Loss of purpose.
I stared at the reports.
“Explain,” I said.
Morgan looked tired.
“They’re not unhappy. They’re not overworked. They’re not protesting reform.”
“Then what?”
“They don’t feel necessary.”
The words hit deeper than they should have.
Because I understood them.
The administrators had joined during the reform surge.
When urgency was high.
When crisis demanded engagement.
Now—
Systems functioned.
Resonance normalized.
Court quiet.
Trade stable.
And their rol
