It started with a pack member I had never met.
His name was Daven — not Davan, different, younger — and he was twenty-three and he had opinions about the luna and he shared them in a public pack forum in the kind of post that was designed to look like concern while operating as something sharper.
The post said, essentially: the luna was a west-side doctor who had never been a pack wife, who had no pack of origin, who had been formally dissolved from the Alpha before the claiming, who had moved into the Hold's east tower without formal integration protocols being followed. That the Hold was not a hotel. That a luna who split her time between two sides of a bridge was not a luna — she was a visitor with access.
*A visitor with access.*
The specific language was designed.
He had read Yva
