Luna Isadora Voss did not indulge in rage.
Rage was the desperate recourse of subordinates who had failed to anticipate a tactical ambush. Isadora had been calculating her defensive manoeuvres since the morning after the rejection ceremony, the exact second she watched Sera Coldwell hold her Alpha's gaze for three suffocating seconds before stepping into the exile transport.
She had recognized the threat immediately. Sera was an unmapped variable that refused to behave like an instrument of the state. Isadora had merely underestimated the timeline. That was a localized failure. She did not execute the same error twice.
At exactly nine o'clock in the morning, Isadora bypassed the high command, dialling the private terminal of Commander Aldiss of the Training Division. Aldiss was a tradit
