The Break-In
The deep, inky black of the forest was a pureblood's cloak, an ally that the Architect's synthetic defenses couldn't entirely negate. Kieran and his team moved like ghosts, their senses honed, their movements silent, each step a testament to years of pack training. The mate bond, a vibrant, living cord, hummed between Kieran and Lyra, acting as a direct beacon to her location within the impenetrable-looking compound.
Kieran’s eyes, adjusted to the gloom, meticulously scanned the perimeter. Thermal sensors, pressure plates, laser grids—they were all visible to his heightened senses, a complex web of technology designed to detect any intrusion. But Elias, for all his brilliance, thought like a human scientist, not a wolf. He relied on machines, not instinct, not the subtle nua
