The world outside the mirrored towers of Scepter Technologies always felt like a breath of fresh air to Rashel. Once she was outside, Veronica, Viola, or even Seth had no hold on her. It almost felt like she was free. But inside the Den, Scepter’s heart and center, peace had no place. Only hard facts and harder choices.
She hadn’t slept for more than an hour, running on a cocktail of caffeine, adrenaline, and sheer rage. Project Bastion had nearly collapsed. One corrupted security file had threatened to expose centuries of werewolf defense protocols and the entire encryption keychain protecting Scepter’s assets.
If Bastion fell, the pack would fall with it.
Rashel had barely paused to breathe, fighting code line by line, deploying brute force blockades, and patching decaying systems on
