Kate's Wolf POV
Kate was failing.
I could feel her flickering at the edge of my mind, a candle in a hurricane. And I had reached my limit with the smug satisfaction stretched across Vivienne's face.
What that arrogant fool hadn't noticed, drunk on the borrowed Apex pressure she'd just siphoned out of Kate, were the faint black veins crawling up her arm. Tracing her vessels. Cracking under her skin like fault lines through marble.
"She's too tired," I said, my voice low and unfamiliar in Kate's throat. "So I'll take it from here."
Every fluorescent light along the ceiling burst in sequence the second I spoke. Glass rained down in a glittering shower. The lab went black.
Kate closed her eyes.
I opened mine in a lake of her blood, and they burned the cold electric blue of an Apex.
Viv
