A faint smile touched Elias’s lips as he watched the screen. Lilian would have absolutely hated what this work had become.
He glanced at the monitor feed to his left. Kieran Byrne, the great Alpha, had finally been handled. For now.
Twenty years earlier, rain hammered against the laboratory windows like accusatory fingers. Lilian Hart stood at the central console, her dark hair wild, her eyes blazing with that same righteous, terrifying fire Elias had once found so inspiring.
“Elias, this isn’t science anymore,” she said, her voice trembling with a cocktail of fury and raw fear. “This is g******e. Project Fenrir was supposed to bridge worlds. You’ve twisted it into a weapon designed to exterminate an entire species.”
Elias merely adjusted his glasses, the same calm, rhythmic motion he
