The "Reed-Carter Foundation for Displaced Shifters" was not a shelter; it was a campus.
Located on the grounds where the Evans estate had once stood—before Ethan had bulldozed it out of spite and structural necessity—the facility was a gleaming testament to modern architecture and limitless funding. There were dormitories, classrooms, a medical wing run by the Crimson Conclave, and a combat training yard overseen by the Iron-Fang.
Emily Carter sat in her office on the top floor, signing a grant approval for a young omega who wanted to study engineering.
She looked different than the girl who had run into the rain five years ago. Her hair was cut into a sleek, professional bob. She wore a tailored white suit that cost more than her old apartment. But the biggest change was in her eyes. T
