Lynn's POV

Day three of the border crisis felt different the moment I woke up.

The pack house was controlled — organized, not panicked — but the kind of quiet that came from people holding themselves very still. Grayson had been gone since before dawn. I could feel him through the bond, focused and moving, somewhere on the eastern perimeter.

I ran the internal evacuation. Non-combatants to the core buildings, children's floor checked twice. Istha paced in my chest the ...