Briar
My hands trembled as I stared at the note, the words blurring before my eyes. Project Spirit Wolf? Subject S? It was like something out of a sci-fi novel, except this was my life.
"This can't be real," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the silent office.
"But it is," Ivy replied, her mental voice uncharacteristically serious. "The question is, how deep does this rabbit hole go?"
I shook my head, trying to clear the fog of shock. "And how the hell does Eric know all this? Has he been... monitoring me my whole life?"
The thought sent a chill down my spine. All those years of feeling like an outsider, of struggling to find my place – had it all been part of some sick experiment?
"What do they want?"
"Nothing good, that's for sure," Ivy replied grimly. "We need to get out of
