Nolan POV
Security increased without announcement.
That was the key.
I doubled patrols around the packhouse and layered additional wards through routes most people never noticed—service corridors, garden paths, the stretch of forest that curved just close enough to the nursery windows to make my instincts itch.
The changes were subtle. Quiet. The kind that wouldn’t register to anyone who wasn’t already trained to look for patterns.
I didn’t want August and Ian to feel it.
They were too young to understand tension, but not too young to absorb it. Wolves learned the emotional weather of their home early. I refused to let fear be the first thing my sons remembered about Silver Fang.
It had been for me. I wanted it to be different for them. I wanted home to be a pl
