The hum wasn’t audible.
It wasn’t mystical lightning or glowing sigils.
It was subtler than that.
Patterns.
Fluctuations in behavior among the enhanced wolves.
Shifts in pack tension metrics.
Small anomalies in enforcement responses.
Yuki had the data on her screen when she called the emergency meeting.
“Overlay the Breeding Project subject locations with territorial instability indexes.”
The map shifted.
Dots scattered across the continent.
Red lines pulsing faintly between certain regions.
“They’re not randomly distributed,” she said quietly.
“No,” Damon agreed. “They were seeded along strategic fault lines. Trade corridors. Noble houses. Enforcement units.”
“And near reform territories,” Catherine added.
I studied the pattern.
“They weren’t meant to attack. They were mea
