Chapter 47 A Glimmer In The Veil

• The distant thrum of human helicopters and the sight of expanding roadblocks created a new, suffocating pressure on the Grand Plain. The unified packs, numbering in the thousands, found themselves caught between the ancient terror of the Shadow Weaver and the dawning, fearful wrath of humanity. Any direct confrontation with human authorities was unthinkable; it would confirm their darkest legends and hand the Weaver a catastrophic victory.
• The War Council’s focus shifted dramatically. "We cannot engage them," Lucian reiterated, his voice tight with frustration. "One glimpse of us in our true form, one howl too many, and this becomes a war on two fronts we cannot win."
• Liam, still recovering, worked feverishly. He had delved deeper into the Veilkeepers’ lore, finding historical precedents for periods of inexplicable human panic and strange events. "The Weaver isn't just amplifying emotions in humans," he explained. "It's creating incidents that feed into pre-existing anxieties. Cattle mutilations play into fears of the unknown. Unexplained violence feeds into social anxieties. Fires feed into primal fears of destruction. It’s all designed to build a narrative of monstrous chaos, forcing humans to react, and us to respond."