- ALEX (ELISE)
The wiper script had done its job perfectly. Every single log tying Alex Jones to the Moonstone mainframe breach was officially ghosted, fried, and deleted from the Bloodfang servers. Theoretically, I should have been halfway to the state line by now.
Instead, I was stuck at my desk, staring at a giant, obnoxious neon-orange bottle of supplements that the future Alpha of the Bloodfang pack had personally slammed onto my keyboard five minutes ago.
"Eat them," Liam barked, standing over my cubicle like a shadow that refused to leave.
"They're horse pills, Kane," I said, leaning back in my chair and picking up the bottle with two fingers. "And I'm a junior tech consultant, not a rescue dog. Why the hell are you buying me zinc?"
"Because you look like a corpse, Jones," he r
