Mary Ann’s POV
Modric did not come to breakfast.
His chair remained empty across from mine, exactly as it had so many times before. Greta placed a tested plate at his place out of habit, but by the time Alpha Viktor finished his tea, the food had gone cold.
No one asked where he was.
That silence told me everyone already knew he had left the pack house again.
I did not ask either.
I had spent the night reviewing the final plans for the border reconstruction program. The joint command center at Mooncrest had already confirmed that the attacks were likely designed to destroy the alliance, but that discovery did not repair burned roofs or replace stolen supplies. Hollowbrook families still needed homes before winter. Mooncrest workers still needed protected routes into Ironclaw territor
