Xavier
The screen flickered. Then again. I narrowed my eyes at the feed replaying from the hallway camera outside Serena’s room. Nothing. Just the faint hum of light and stillness. No movement. No shadow. No damn intruder.
But the mark had been there. Burned into the floor like a scar from the past refusing to fade.
Three heads. One wolf.
My jaw clenched.
Moonstone bastards.
I turned from the screen, sweeping my hand over the control pad. Data bloomed around me—maps, heat scans, movement trackers. Everything glowed with a cold, electric blue. A few small pulses blinked on the outer border. Too small to be a full breach. But enough to bother me.
“Kansas,” I said.
My beta’s voice crackled through the comms. “Already scanning the western ridge. Two teams on foot, one drone. Nothing ye
