The quiet of Level-4 biocontainment was a lie. It was the pressurized quiet of a bomb squad at work. The air buzzed with the quiet hum of refrigerators maintaining their most prized and dangerous treasure: vials of blood. Human red contains the secret to the behavior of the Hyperion virus. Silver-specked and glowing with a pale, intrinsic bioluminescence containing the secret to their immunity and the map for the silencing agent.
The Fang lab clean viral strain was the secret. The blood was the keyhole. And every twist of the key risked shattering it in half.
Lyra stood before an idling centrifuge, its soft blue illumination illuminating her face. Inside, wolf blood specimens spun at impossible speeds, separating the complex cell components from the plasma that held the unique, ancient t
