Selina's Pov
Finn didn't wait for my command. He ripped the quartz door open, his silver blades a lethal blur in the bioluminescent dimness of the hallway. Elias was there, stumbling backward, his face pale and his breathing coming in ragged, shallow gasps.
"The eastern transit line," Elias choked out, pointing a trembling hand toward the lightless tunnels that led toward the city’s industrial district. "The wards didn't just vibrate, Finn. They shattered. Whatever hit them didn't care about the stealth of a scout. It was a battering ram of panic."
I stepped out behind Finn, the magnesium-blue fire in my eyes casting long, eerie shadows against the white walls. I felt the residue of the dream - the voice of my wolf - clinging to the edges of my consciousness like fading smoke. The time
