Alaric
Word of the day's chaos traveled considerably further than club walls, the way word always seemed to when it mattered least conveniently, and by the following morning I understood, reading the scout report Bear delivered with grim urgency, exactly how badly our timing had aligned against us.
"Vance knows," Bear said, no preamble. "Somehow, already. Word's reached Blackfang that the Ironclad Wolves are fractured — internal chaos, a President whose judgment the senior members are openly questioning, a club still reeling from a truth nobody's fully processed yet."
*[He's going to move,]* Rook said, immediate, certain.
*I know.*
"Scouts spotted a considerably larger formation than we've seen before, moving toward Ember Hollow overnight," Bear continued. "This isn't a probe. This is
