~Elara~
She leaned closer to the camera, lowering her voice. "The Alpha Algorithm was never meant to be a weapon. It was meant to be a bridge—between human and werewolf, between the old world and the new. A way for two species to coexist without fear or violence."
She sighed, running a hand through her hair in a gesture so familiar it made my chest ache.
"But one saw other possibilities. Military applications. Enhanced soldiers who could transform at will, control their abilities without the madness of the moon. And others saw worse—ways to trigger or suppress the transformation genes forcibly. Ways to create perfect weapons or perfect slaves."
A door slammed somewhere in the video's background. Mom's head jerked up, alarm flashing across her face.
"I don't have time to explain everyt
