The victory celebration had lasted three days.
Alex stood on the ridge overlooking the safe house, watching his people laugh and dance around the massive bonfire. For the first time in months, there was genuine joy. Genuine hope.
Victoria Cross was dead. The Aegis Initiative was in ruins. The suppression technology had been destroyed. The Alphas were safe.
But Alex couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
The power was still there, surging beneath his skin. But it felt different now. Darker. More hungry. The Wellspring. The Nexus. The Source. The Origin. The Devourer. All of them were now a part of him. A constant presence that hummed in his veins.
He had absorbed so much power. So much darkness. And he was beginning to wonder if he could still control it.
Elena appeared
