Night settled heavily over the Pack Headquarters, where rows of stone buildings stood beneath a moon veiled by restless clouds and iron lanterns cast warm circles of light across rain-dampened courtyards, while disciplined patrols moved through the compound with practiced precision, unaware that danger had already slipped beyond the walls through deception rather than force. Elena Kovac crossed the central corridor with calm, purposeful strides, her Gamma insignia catching the lantern glow as she acknowledged every guard with quiet respect, because she had always believed that loyalty revealed itself not through grand speeches but through the countless ordinary duties faithfully performed when no one expected recognition.
