~Elara~
Fury twisted his features. "Helen. Always thinking she knew best." He spat blood onto the floor. "She had no vision. No ambition. What she saw as a bridge, I saw as the next step in evolution."
"Is that why you're hunting me? To extract what she put into my DNA?"
"Extract?" He laughed, the sound all wrong. "No, Elara. I need you whole. I need you functioning. You're the control. The perfect model. With your blood, I can recreate what Helen did—but better. An army of hybrids that answer to one master."
"And let me guess. That would be you?"
He smiled again, blood staining his teeth crimson. "Who else? Certainly not Stone and his pack of traditional wolves. They fear what's coming. What humanity and wolf-kind could become."
From downstairs came the sound of boots on hardwood—he
