Two minds, two wolves, one purpose.
The command center had cleared of council members and arguments. Just core leadership remained—me, Darius, Caleb, Celeste, and Marcus representing the students who'd fight come dawn. The displays painted our impossible situation in clinical detail, but now we needed strategy instead of despair.
Through the bond, Darius and I synchronized without thinking about it. Our wolves resonating. Tactical awareness merging into something beyond individual perspective. When I studied the eastern edge, he was already calculating western approach angles. When he spotted vulnerabilities, I was mapping backup plans before conscious thought caught up.
"The disruption tech is their main advantage," I said, thinking out loud while the bond carried deeper analysis to Darius at the same time. "Without it, we're still outnumbered but we have coordination they can't match. With it, we're just a smaller force with worse positioning."
