Lucien pov

“Lock the eastern wards again.”

The words left my mouth before I even turned around. I stood in the main hall, staring at the map spread across the long table. Pins marked patrol routes. Three of them had been moved twice already this morning.

“They’re locked, Alpha,” Dante said. “They locked themselves. Then dropped.”

I clenched my jaw. “Then lock them again.”

Dante hesitated. “We’ve tried. The runes are responding late. Some are not responding at all.”

I ...