By the next morning, the packhouse was back to its usual rhythm. Or at least, that’s what we made it look like.
Asher and I agreed that nothing would appear different on the surface. No sudden changes in routine, no whispers, no visible suspicion. The twins already hovered too closely around Emily. The last thing we needed was for them to feel like we were targeting her. So, outwardly, it was business as usual.
Inside, every nerve in my body was wound tight.
The day started with meetings. Construction crews checked in on the ongoing repairs from the relocation, warriors ran patrol reports, and our Beta updated us on border activity. I nodded, took notes, and gave orders—but half my attention was elsewhere.
Each time my phone buzzed with a message from Asher, my pulse jumped.
“Still no
