The pack house filled fast, faster than I'd have believed possible three weeks ago, when most of these same faces had looked at me across a street with nothing but wariness. Now they moved with purpose, gammas taking positions along the outer walls, omegas ushering children and elders toward the reinforced cellar beneath the east wing, and I understood, watching it happen, that whatever else this week had cost, it had also given the pack something it hadn't had in twenty-six years: a truth worth organizing around.
"Talk to me about the layout," Kael said to Thorne, both of them bent over the same rough map that had covered the assembly hall table that morning, now spread across a desk in what used to be Marcus's study. "If they're coming in the pattern that hit your parents, where do we n
