The forum stayed up.
Dani couldn't kill the source and wouldn't waste a night pretending to, so the pack did the thing the pack did when a wall couldn't be moved.
They pressed closer to the thing behind it.
Which was the problem.
Soren felt it start at breakfast and run the whole day.
Maren wanting the evening drill slot, the two of them, heat and terrain work.
Selah wanting the cold hour after, the roof, the quiet she was the only one comfortable in.
Mona at his shins by default, homing set to wherever he'd sit longest.
Dani needed an hour at the terminal with him reading over her shoulder.
Yara needed nothing out loud and all of it underneath.
Six pulls. One of him.
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He'd have called it a good problem, once.
Before the field, before Garrow, before a girl with a dead socket named the rate out loud in a yard.
A boy wanted by six was a boy who'd won something.
He knew the price of the story now.
Every hour he gave went deeper than an hour.
