The war room had become our second home. Maps covered every surface, marked with red ink showing reported pack movements. Each new marker made the situation look worse.

"Three more sightings." Caleb added pins to the map's northern section. "Shadowcrest pack, moving south. That's four separate packs now within striking distance."

"They're coordinating," I said, studying the pattern. "Look at the timing. Each pack moved the day after the trial. Like they were waiting for a signal."

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