Saturday found the Libby den standing in the soft hush of a day with nothing left to demand of it. The chores were done. The firewood had been stacked twice as high as Mark\u2019s head. The creek had been cleared of debris. The south gate\u2019s bullet scars had already begun to develop stories all their own. Even Holt\u2014the unshakable engine of spontaneous effort\u2014had no task to swing at.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So they did the only reasonable thing wolves do on a taskless day:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Absolutely nothing productive at all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cabin was a zoo of calm chaos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Holt demonstrated his deeply-held belief that lying on the floor in strange positions counted as stretching. He balanced a leatherbound book on one foot for no reason. \u201cHelps blood,\u201d he muttered to no one. \u201cBalance of spirit and sole.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel sat at the corner table with his guitar, spinning out a lazy improvisation that somehow sounded like the river and a bar fight at the same time. His hair was wild, eyes half-closed as though dreaming. Every once in a while, he\u2019d pause, scribble something in his songbook\u2014or steal Mark\u2019s pencil and sabotage one of his neat lists.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark, in turn, kept resetting his clipboard traps. Every time Gabriel swiped one, he\u2019d calmly retrieve another from the shelf, muttering something like \u201cpen thief\u201d and pretending he wasn\u2019t borderline amused by the whole ordeal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rime sat by the woodstove, feet and claws bare on the warm stones, sharpening a small hunting knife with the patience of a glacier and occasional commentary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Near them all, Kade sat on the arm of the couch like he wasn\u2019t sure he deserved more surface area than that, but also like he knew he\u2019d be forgiven anyhow. He watched the rest with half a smile\u2014like a man slowly believing a dream and trying not to breathe too fast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And on the sofa, Thane watched them all with that gaze that took in chaos and foot-swinging and off-key whistling in full acceptance. Maybe even pride.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He broke the lazy noise first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cKade,\u201d Thane said, just calm enough to get attention without trying. The newcomer lifted his head immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes, Alpha.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTell me about your pack.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everything stilled\u2014not hostile, but expectant. Even Holt raised an eyebrow and stopped torturing the kitchen chair leg.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kade sat quieter, like a man deciding whether to open a door to a room that wasn\u2019t built well enough to walk through.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat… specifically?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEverything,\u201d Thane said. \u201cWhere you came from. How you lived. Your Alpha. Whether we need to keep an eye on the horizon.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kade\u2019s instinct to protect old secrets tightened his shoulders, but he softened. They were pack now. He had chosen them. And he understood what the question was really doing: ensuring the den remained safe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMy pack\u2026\u201d he began, slow as if uncoiling an old rope. \u201cWas not like this one. Or Sable\u2019s. Not even like raiders who use chaos for tribute. Mine leaned into fear like it was a wise elder. The Alpha taught that control was love and suspicion was survival. That being obeyed meant being respected. He used words like strength<\/em>, and necessary<\/em>, and never trust softness.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel plucked one low, tense note that sounded like a question mark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWere they like pure ferals?\u201d Mark asked. \u201cMeaning\u2014no towns, no tech, no speech beyond basic?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNot exactly,\u201d Kade said. \u201cWe understood people. We just didn\u2019t want to be anything like them. We didn\u2019t wear clothes except when dealing with those you call \u2018townfolk.\u2019 We scouted human shelters for parts. We learned to drive, but only to salvage and escape. We understood territory. But cooperation?\u201d He shook his head. \u201cThat\u2019s a weakness. In their eyes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane\u2019s gaze deepened, not unkind, but studying. \u201cSo they know of<\/em> places like ours.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh yes,\u201d Kade nodded. \u201cThey probably believe you\u2019re weak for having walls at all.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Holt snarled under his breath. \u201cStupid thought. Walls strong. Keep pups safe.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWalls keep minds safe, too,\u201d Gabriel added. \u201cSafety gives us music. Stories. Soup.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rime nodded from the stove. \u201cFree wolves choose walls. Others live with claws only.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kade\u2019s smile was part admiration. \u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane let the lull rest for a moment before he asked the real question, voice lower, gravel true.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDo they know about us?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kade hesitated only long enough to consider what name information carried.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo,\u201d he said firmly. \u201cOnly that I headed south. No details. I left quietly. The ones who might\u2019ve followed were too busy controlling what was left behind.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd,\u201d Thane continued. \u201cShould we be worried they might come here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kade\u2019s eyes flicked toward the window. Not nervously. Thoughtfully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo,\u201d he said, and there was certainty in it. \u201cThey\u2019re too feral. Not stupid\u2014just clinging to survival the way a rope clings to whatever it\u2019s tied to. They won\u2019t enter a town. Not unless they\u2019ve already died in their heads and don\u2019t know it yet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane leaned back, arms crossed, one clawed foot idly tapping the woodgrain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSound logic,\u201d he agreed. \u201cBut I ask you straight, Kade\u2014should we intervene? Should we teach<\/em> them a lesson?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kade\u2019s face didn\u2019t move for half a beat. He did not look away. He breathed in once, sharp, let it out slow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo,\u201d he said. Not weak, not hesitant\u2014but unfinished. Like a promise he wasn\u2019t ready to cash in yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It landed like a stone dropped into clear water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane\u2019s brow rose slightly. \u201cThat\u2019s an answer,\u201d he said, leaving the second half unsaid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt is,\u201d Kade nodded, tone steady. \u201cThey\u2019re not ready. And we\u2019re not done here.\u201d A small glance at Gabriel and Mark, then Rime, then Holt. \u201cI\u2019m not done learning what strength really is.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n No one spoke for a moment. They didn\u2019t need to. The fire cracked, the knife scraped the whetstone once more, Mark\u2019s pencil ticked across a page like thunder deciding to be quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Holt ruined the silence, as was his sacred duty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou talk heavy,\u201d Holt declared. \u201cLike wet wood. But\u2026 right.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kade laughed once. \u201cApologies. I\u2026 don\u2019t know what normal days are supposed to sound like. I haven\u2019t had enough of them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThis is normal,\u201d Gabriel said, pointing to the entire room, including Rime trying to see if the cat on the windowsill would high-five him. \u201cWelcome to it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt is very loud,\u201d Kade said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt gets worse,\u201d Mark promised.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBetter,\u201d Rime corrected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane rose to check the lantern wick, but paused long enough to say:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe\u2019re going to revisit that question\u2014about your old Alpha. Not today. Not before you\u2019re ready. 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