"You've told me what I needed."
Before Marcus could respond—before he could question, redirect, salvage—Thessian lifted one hand. The movement was small. Almost idle. Nothing in it suggested command. A hand raised as though to shade his eyes from a sun that was not there.
And yet—
Every wolf in the square reacted.
It was instantaneous. Heads lifted. Bodies tightened. Spines aligned. Something passed through them that no human ear could detect, no eye could trace. A signal. A shift. A frequency that existed only between them. The entire war pack responding as one organism to something that had not been spoken aloud.
Marcus felt cold move through him. Real. Immediate. The cold of standing on a shore and watching a wave rise that you knew would not stop.
"What are you doing?"
