Luna Isadora Voss received the automated registry ping at exactly 8 o'clock the following morning.
She read the transmission once, her eyes narrowing as they locked onto the name: ‘Fen Callow. Beta Third-Tier. Twelve-year unblemished record. Witness attestation: wolf manifestation, silver classification.’
She placed the printout onto her desk with an agonizingly slow, calculated precision: the deliberate movement of a predator suppressing a violent instinct. She had fundamentally underestimated the girl’s residual infection inside the Ashborne infrastructure. It was a tactical oversight she did not intend to repeat.
She picked up the document again. Fen Callow had been the lone wolf to assist Sera with her transport the morning of her exile. Isadora had witnessed it from her upper balco
