We do not wait long. The first report comes in faster than expected.
“Movement on the east shift.” A runner says, and his voice is tight. “They’re responding.”
Ezra’s head turns immediately. “Positions hold.” He says. “No one breaks formation unless ordered.”
We move. The line forms quickly, and the wolves hold tighter than they did before, and the structure is there and it is working, and for a second it feels like we might have gotten ahead of it. Then it shifts. Christopher’s wolves do not hit where we expected.
They cut across the line and strike just outside the bait point, and the movement is sharp and precise and fast enough that the response lags by a fraction of a second.
A fraction is all it takes. Someone goes down. The sound cuts through everything and I turn just in time
