“Alpha?” I asked quietly.
He did not answer immediately.
Rain continued falling around us in a steady rhythm, gathering along the shoulders of dark jackets before dripping onto stone pathways that cut through White Wolf territory.
Pack life still moved beyond us despite the tension quietly threading through the village. Wolves crossed between buildings carrying equipment toward storage before nightfall fully settled over the mountains. Lights glowed warmly through nearby windows. Younger wolves disappeared toward family housing while patrol teams moved farther east preparing for rotation changes.
Normal.
White Wolf had always been good at normal. Even when things beneath the surface were beginning to fracture.
Alpha Jon’s gaze shifted briefly toward Braxton. Nothing obvious passed b
