The peace in the glass tower lasted exactly forty-eight hours.
Maya was sitting in the subterranean command center, sketching on a digital tablet while Felix monitored the global feeds. She had quickly realized that the safest place in the penthouse wasn't behind the massive Enforcers, but right next to the Pack’s cyber-specialist.
Elara stood by the central holographic table, reviewing quarterly earnings for the Lyon Olympiques. She wore a sharp, tailored black blazer, her hair pulled back into a severe knot. She looked every inch the billionaire CEO, entirely masking the supernatural Queen beneath.
Suddenly, the ambient blue lighting of the command center flashed a violent, strobing red.
A blaring, high-pitched alarm cut through the quiet hum of the servers.
"Felix," Elara snapp
