~Lyra~
I hadn't slept in forty-eight hours. Empty coffee cups littered my desk, a monument to the chaos we'd descended into since Elara's press conference. Everything felt half-visible these days, like we were all stumbling through fog.
My phone buzzed again—the fourth pack member in an hour demanding answers I didn't have.
"Lyra Thorn," I answered, pinching the bridge of my nose to ward off another headache.
"The Eastlake patrol reported another enhanced wolf in their territory," Derek's voice crackled through the speaker. "Third one this week. Silver implant signature matches the TechNova pattern."
I closed my eyes. "Containment status?"
"Neutralized," Derek replied, the weight in his voice telling me everything the word didn't. "Subject was unstable. Couldn't communicate. Just...
