The Spreading Shadow
The hum wasn't a sound Lyra could hear with her ears, not truly. It was a vibration, a low, ominous thrum that resonated through the very earth, through the soles of her boots, and deep into her bones. It was the whisper of something vast, something terrible, being unleashed. Airborne dispersal. The words from Elias's files, from Marcus's frantic confession, slammed into her with the force of a physical blow. The virus. He wasn't just softening the Shadowmoon Pack for an invasion; he was attempting to poison their very essence.
Panic, cold and sharp, threatened to overwhelm her. She shoved it down, channeling it into pure, unadulterated speed. The tracking beacon from the fallen Vanguard felt warm in her hand. It wasn't just for surveillance; it might be leading her
