~Damon~
Marcus stopped short. "Seven isn't stable. The silver nitrate levels—"
"Are precisely why we need to accelerate," I cut him off, punching in a code at the final door. "The Council knows what we're doing. Elara knows. Our window is closing."
The laboratory beyond was a stark contrast to the sleek corporate aesthetic of TechNova's upper floors. Here, technology met biology in ways that would horrify the public and fascinate the military. Glass containment units lined the walls, each housing a werewolf in various stages of enhancement. Silver filaments glinted beneath their skin, neural interfaces merging with lupine anatomy.
Ava Chen—no relation to Lunaris's Dr. Maya Chen, a fact I found endlessly amusing—looked up from her workstation. Like her namesake, she was brilliant, metho
