Dorian’s message hit us exactly three days after the summit.
Selene brought it up to the penthouse personally, her face an absolute brick wall. It was just a single sheet of physical paper, covered in Dorian’s tight, cramped handwriting. No encrypted emails. No burner phones.
Whatever he had tripped over, he was terrified of it being intercepted.
Aurora, Found another genetic line. Not the northern wolves—this is older. Pre-dates the fall of the Makers.
They’re in Iceland. I’m on the ground here now. Get here as soon as you can. Bring the stone tablet. Bring Elara if you can convince her. Bring anyone who can translate the Old Tongue. I found something here that I can't process.
Something that completely rewrites the threat assessment on the Hunger. —Dorian
I read the paper twice,
