The lockdown happens quietly, which somehow makes it worse.
There is no pack wide announcement, no dramatic gathering in the courtyard, no speeches about safety or threats, just small controlled shifts in how things are handled, doors that used to be open now watched, entry points suddenly staffed by armed guards at all hours, and lists that start circulating between leadership like invisible fences being built one name at a time.
Axel and Atticus do not frame it as fear.
They frame it as precaution.
But I can feel the truth humming underneath that word, the same way I can feel the pack’s collective anxiety coiling tighter by the hour, and it sits heavy in my chest because I know exactly why they are doing this.
Too many people are trying to get to me.
Not in the loud aggressive way
