The morning came slow and gray, the kind of cold light that made even strong things look fragile. Libby was already stirring\u2014hammer strikes, shovels scraping, boots in snow\u2014but the cabin remained quiet. Inside, the fire had burned to embers, leaving a soft orange pulse across the walls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane sat at the edge of his bed, still shirtless, bandages showing beneath the fur of his shoulder. The wound had knitted enough to make movement tolerable, but every breath reminded him of how close it had come. The sound of paws pacing outside told him he wasn\u2019t the only one thinking about it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He pushed himself up, pulled on his gray cargo pants, and stepped out onto the porch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rime stood like a sentinel by the railing, silent as ever, eyes tracking the forest beyond. Holt sat beside the steps, claws dug into the frozen dirt, looking like a mountain waiting for orders. When he turned and saw Thane upright, his ears shot up and his tail thumped once, uncertain but hopeful.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane smiled faintly. \u201cYou can stop guarding the snow, Holt. It hasn\u2019t attacked anyone all morning.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rime\u2019s lips twitched, just short of a grin. Holt rumbled a laugh but didn\u2019t move. \u201cSnow quiet now. Holt stay ready.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane stepped down from the porch, clawed feet crunching on the frost, and reached out a hand. \u201cYou\u2019ve been ready since the shot. Both of you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rime tilted his head slightly. \u201cYou shouldn\u2019t be walking yet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cProbably not,\u201d Thane said, \u201cbut if Garrick Voss is really coming, I\u2019m not about to spend my last calm day in bed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Holt stood, towering a head above him, still hesitant. Thane reached out, gripping his shoulder. \u201cYou both did good. Better than good. You kept me alive, kept everyone steady.\u201d His voice dropped, gravel softening. \u201cYou represent your pack well. You\u2019re true warriors\u2014and a damn good musician,\u201d he added with a small nod and smile to Holt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Holt blinked like he hadn\u2019t heard right. \u201cAlpha mean that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane gave him a firm nod. \u201cWith all my heart.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He turned to Rime. \u201cAnd you\u2014steady as bedrock. You\u2019ve got the kind of control the young ones need to see.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rime dipped his muzzle, ears lowering slightly. \u201cIt\u2019s an honor to guard.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane shook his head. \u201cNo. It\u2019s an honor to have you both guarding me. If there\u2019s ever anything either of you need, you come to me. You don\u2019t ask permission. You don\u2019t wait. I\u2019ll be there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The silence that followed was heavy with meaning. Rime\u2019s eyes softened in something close to awe. Holt\u2019s throat worked as he tried to swallow the lump forming there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAlpha\u2026\u201d Holt\u2019s voice cracked. \u201cNo Alpha ever say that to us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMaybe they should have,\u201d Thane said simply. Then he surprised both of them by pulling them into a hug. Rime froze, unprepared for it, and Holt\u2019s tail wagged once, tentatively.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When he finally stepped back, the two ferals stood straighter, shoulders squared, as if the weight of his words had turned them into stone and steel both.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From that moment on, wherever Thane went, the two were there\u2014Rime on his left, Holt on his right, silent, alert, and utterly loyal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By midday, Libby was alive with preparation. The clang of metal echoed through the town square as volunteers hammered together barricades and braces. Smoke rose from the blacksmith\u2019s forge, where two of Sable\u2019s wolves were learning to shape metal under human guidance, their claws glinting as they passed tools with surprising delicacy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Children hauled baskets of sand for filling bags, while Marta coordinated from the steps of town hall, clipboard in hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane strode into the square with his escorts, drawing looks from every direction. His injury had already become legend, and seeing him walking again\u2014flanked by two massive feral wolves\u2014brought quiet relief to those who saw him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hank spotted him first and waved. \u201cLook who\u2019s back among the living!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBarely,\u201d Thane replied with a wry grin. \u201cBut I hear dying\u2019s bad for morale, so I figured I\u2019d skip it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hank barked a laugh and handed him a mug of steaming coffee. \u201cWelcome back.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Holt leaned down, sniffing the cup suspiciously. \u201cCoffee.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane smirked. \u201cYes, but not for you. Last time, your pack nearly tore down the hotel.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Holt growled softly in protest, and Rime nudged him with an elbow. \u201cHe mean you did.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel\u2019s voice cut through the noise as he approached from the radio tower, his coat dusted with sawdust. \u201cYou sure you\u2019re supposed to be walking around? The doc said a week of rest.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane tilted his head. \u201cYou sound like Mark.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGood,\u201d Gabriel said flatly. \u201cBecause you don\u2019t listen to him either.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane chuckled, then noticed Gabriel\u2019s gaze shift briefly\u2014past him, toward the two ferals glued to his sides. Jealousy flickered across his expression before he looked away, pretending to adjust the strap on his tool belt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEasy, pup,\u201d Thane murmured softly enough for only him to hear. \u201cThey\u2019re bodyguards, not replacements.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel shot him a sideways look, the faintest grin breaking through. \u201cCould\u2019ve fooled me. They follow you like shadows.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBig, fuzzy shadows,\u201d Thane said. \u201cAnd trust me\u2014if I\u2019m ever buried under debris, they\u2019ll be the ones digging me out. You can keep being the pretty one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel laughed, shaking his head. \u201cFine, old man. But if they start fetching your coffee too, we\u2019re gonna have words.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPromise you\u2019ll go easy on them,\u201d Thane said. \u201cThey\u2019re still learning sarcasm.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Holt, picking up the tail end of the exchange, tilted his head. \u201cSar-casm?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rime sighed. \u201cIt means Alpha teasing. Dangerous thing. Avoid.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel laughed outright now, and even Holt gave a puzzled grin. The tension between them melted like frost under sunlight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark appeared next, grease-streaked and half-smiling, carrying a coil of cable over one shoulder. \u201cTower\u2019s wired. Backup switch\u2019s ready. You\u2019d better not get shot again before I can test it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane raised an eyebrow. \u201cI\u2019ll try not to make a habit of it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGood,\u201d Mark said. \u201cWe\u2019re all out of duct tape.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They shared a short, quiet laugh before Marta called across the square, \u201cThane! You got a minute?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He crossed over, Rime and Holt pacing beside him in perfect sync. Marta nodded approvingly. \u201cYou\u2019re up and moving. That\u2019s good. Town\u2019s shaping up fast\u2014barricades on all main roads, lookouts on the ridge, power substation fortified. I\u2019ve got two wolves stationed at each gate with human spotters.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked over the map she unrolled on the table. \u201cYou\u2019ve done damn well, Marta. You\u2019ve got the makings of a general.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She smiled faintly. \u201cI\u2019d settle for everyone making it through winter.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThey will,\u201d Thane said, conviction steady as bedrock. \u201cWe\u2019ve got food, power, and enough claws and guns to make Voss think twice.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hank leaned over the map. \u201cHe\u2019ll come from the east. River crossings are shallow there. But we\u2019ll see him coming. I\u2019ll have scouts posted every half mile.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane nodded, scanning the lines. \u201cGood. If he\u2019s smart, he\u2019ll send advance men to test our defenses. We\u2019ll let him think we\u2019re soft, then show him what a mistake that was.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Holt\u2019s ears perked. \u201cAlpha want Holt on wall?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNot yet,\u201d Thane said. \u201cFor now, you help the humans reinforce the east barricade. Use that strength of yours for hauling, not breaking.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Holt grinned proudly. \u201cHolt haul good.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou do,\u201d Thane said warmly. \u201cAnd maybe after, you can play for the workers. Keep spirits up.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Holt puffed up with pride, tail thumping against the ground. \u201cYes, Alpha.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Marta raised an eyebrow. \u201cPlay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel, now behind them, smirked. \u201cOh yeah. Wait till you hear him. He\u2019s the biggest, scariest rhythm guitarist you\u2019ve ever met.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The humans nearby laughed, tension easing for a moment. Even Rime chuckled low in his throat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane folded the map carefully and handed it back to Marta. \u201cYou\u2019ve done good work. Tell everyone to rest when they can. Once this starts, it won\u2019t stop until it\u2019s finished.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Marta\u2019s expression softened. \u201cAnd you? You should rest too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane smiled faintly. \u201cLater.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He stepped away, eyes lifting toward the mountains where the clouds were thickening, gray and heavy. The air smelled of coming snow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As dusk fell, the town grew quiet. Lanterns glowed in windows. The wolves patrolled the outskirts, shadows moving through the trees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane walked the ridge above the town, Rime and Holt at his sides. From up here, Libby looked small but alive\u2014a spark of light in a dead world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel joined them partway up, carrying two mugs of hot tea. He handed one to Thane, keeping his gaze on the valley. \u201cHard to believe this little place is the last real town left west of Glendive.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane took a sip. \u201cThen it\u2019s up to us to keep it that way.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel nodded, his expression softening as he glanced at the two ferals standing close by. \u201cYou\u2019ve really gotten through to them, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThey\u2019re good souls,\u201d Thane said. \u201cJust needed someone to see it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Holt\u2019s ears flicked. \u201cAlpha see all.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane chuckled. \u201cNot all, Holt. Just enough.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The four of them stood in silence for a while, watching the horizon fade into dusk. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the scent of snow and something else\u2014anticipation, sharp and clean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane finally broke the quiet. \u201cTomorrow, we finish the defenses. The next day\u2026 maybe we fight.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel smirked faintly. \u201cYou sure you\u2019re up for that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane took another sip of tea, eyes on the distant darkness. \u201cYou know me. I\u2019ve been through worse.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel smiled. \u201cYeah, but not with this many people watching.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThen I\u2019ll just have to make it a good show.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rime huffed softly, amused. Holt tilted his head. \u201cShow?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane grinned, ice blue eyes glinting in the twilight. \u201cYou\u2019ll see.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They stood together as the first flakes began to fall\u2014Alpha, pack, and friends\u2014watching the world turn quiet before the storm.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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