Chapter 151: Scouts into Nirvana
The morning had the thin sharpness of days that had been hard-won. Lanterns from the festival still bobbed like sleepy fireflies along the compound paths, their runes dimming now that the night's revelry had been folded away. The pack moved with the slow, purposeful economy of people who had spent the night grieving and rejoicing and had to get back to living. Orion felt it in the creak of doors, in the way the pack members kept their hands close to their belts small, practical gestures that made the day steady.
