Jackson's POV
Before the day really started, the packhouse was still, a rare quiet time. As I went over the remaining loose ends we had to tie off, the weight of the recent evenings pressed down on me. Though the Raven might be gone, the seeds of mistrust and revolt she had sown still entwine themselves through the pack. And Lyra's treachery cut more than most of the pack was ready to acknowledge.
My thoughts were cut off by a gentle knock, then Leo came in with a solemn look.
"Alpha," he started, stopping as though looking for the proper words. "More disturbance has resulted from this. Another one of our scouts discovered Raven's insignia etched into a southern boundary tree.
I tightened my mouth to help me control my annoyance. "We've removed her, but her presence still shadows us."
