The revelation that my mother had founded the very organization that had spent years hunting us was a blow I wasn’t prepared for. I left the vault, my mind a storm of questions and a burning, white-hot rage that I could barely contain. I found Killian in the training halls, testing the strength of his shifted form against the gravity-wells of the city. He looked like a god of war, his muscles rippling under his dark fur, but even his strength felt small in the face of what I had just discovered.
"Killian, we have to leave this place immediately," I said, grabbing his arm as he shifted back to his human form, sweat glistening on his brow. "The Alliance... they aren’t our allies. They’re just waiting for the twins to wake up so they can complete the work my mother started. They aren't prot
