Chapter Fifty
The laboratory lights flickered once.
Then steadied.
Elias stood motionless in the center of the room, the cold metallic scent of chemicals filling the air. Around him, the glass tanks hummed softly, their contents suspended in pale fluid.
Wolves.
Dozens of them.
Their bodies floated limp inside the cylinders, silver fur drifting slowly as tubes pumped dark liquid into their veins.
The sight should have filled him with anger.
Instead, he felt something else.
Recognition.
Behind him, the armored man watched with quiet amusement.
“You feel it, don’t you?” he said.
Elias did not look away from the tanks.
“Yes.”
The Shadow pulsed inside his mind again, stronger than ever.
The sensation was no longer just a whisper.
It was a presence.
Awake.
Aware.
Observing.
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