New Ordinanace

Will’s POV

“I think the best thing to do is to start a new ordinance to keep everyone safe,” I said, voice low but firm as I looked around the room. “We can’t afford to lose anyone else.”

Remi stood by Trey’s monitors, her arms crossed but alert. “Before we go further—just a heads-up. Rae, my best friend and a tech genius, just called. She built the custom surveillance system we’re running. She intercepted an active breach attempt—someone’s hacking into the hospital network right now.”

Ayslee’s eyes widened. “Right now?”

Remi nodded, her expression tight. “Yes. Rae’s trying to block it, but this isn’t some rookie messing around. Whoever’s doing this knows what they’re doing. She told me to stay close in case any of the machines here get compromised. If something goes manual, I need to be ready.”

Keith let out a breath through his nose. “So not just physical attacks—we’re under digital assault too.”

“Exactly,” Remi said. “We need to treat this like a full-scale threat.”

She took a step back, still watching the machines like a hawk. “We need to limit solo runs, especially in human form. And we should organize rotating patrols for the most vulnerable areas.”

Ayslee placed a hand on Trey’s arm, steadying herself. “What about warding the perimeter again? The old protections—we stopped using them years ago, but maybe we shouldn’t have.”

Keith gave a slow nod. “I’ll call the council. This needs their support to go into effect. But I agree—it’s time we bring everything back.”

“I’ll start drafting the ordinance now,” I said. “Remi, if you can start mapping out the past attack sites, maybe there’s a pattern.”

Already, she had one hand on her phone, the other still near the machine’s control panel. “I’ll send you what I’ve got as soon as it’s marked. But someone needs to stay here and make sure this equipment stays online. Trey’s stable, but if they hit critical systems—he won’t be.”

Trey stirred in bed, his voice raspy. “You guys really think all this is connected?”

Remi met his gaze. “I think this was intentional. You were meant to die. Someone’s been targeting pack members, and you’re the first one to survive.”

We didn’t argue with her. We couldn’t.

By the time the rest of us left the ICU, the ordinance was fully outlined:

• No unsanctioned solo runs.

• Mandatory check-ins for all pack members.

• Patrol teams rotating every four hours in red zones.

• New perimeter wards to be re-established with council approval.

• Emergency contact lines to report suspicious activity, enchanted for instant communication.

The council convened in the town hall before sunset. Keith led the charge, and with Remi’s field data and Rae’s ongoing updates coming through secure messages, the vote passed unanimously.

That night, the first patrols moved out under the full moon, their scents masked and senses sharp.

Back in the ICU, Remi stayed rooted by Trey’s side, eyes scanning the machines and the shadows in the room. The ordinance might have passed, but the threat hadn’t ended.

This wasn’t just a defense plan. It was a declaration:

Whoever was hunting us… would now be hunted back.