Victor POV
The strategy room was empty now. I stood at the far end of the table, looking at Thea’s copy of the processing schedule. She had left it perfectly aligned with the edge, straightened without thinking.
I had known about the anchoring technique for fourteen days.
In those fourteen days, I had spoken with Caleb twice, read every record we had on the Vessen method, asked Sura for a separate assessment on how the threshold acceleration matched the anchoring window, and started a quiet check on the three supply lines Cassin used for his technical people.
I had not told Thea.
My wolf stirred, low and heavy, the way he does when he has something to say that I won’t like.
You know why; he said.
I walked to the chair at the head of the table and sat down. No one was here to see it.
