Sienna rolled behind a rusted dumpster.
She refused to run despite her instincts telling her to do so.
She waited.
No second shot came.
No chase.
Just silence and the soft sound of boots retreating on concrete.
Then… gone.
She reached into her coat, fingers trembling, and pulled out her phone. She stared at it. No signal.
She sat there for long minutes, absorbing it all.
Someone knew she was here.
Someone knew about Liora.
And someone, wearing a Wolfe mask, had just tried to erase the evidence.
Or scare her away.
She didn’t know which was worse.
Her fingers itched toward her wrist, toward the silver glyph.
The crescent, broken through the middle.
Inside, two mirrored wolves.
It pulsed faintly now, as if alive, the metallic skin still cool even through her jacket’s
