The Architect's Gaze
The silence that followed the generator's explosion was thicker than any fog, broken only by Lyra’s ragged breaths and the distant, fading sounds of the battle. She lay sprawled on the cold earth, her body screaming from the exertion and the insidious tendrils of the virus now lacing through her veins. And then, from the shadows, he emerged.
Elias Thorne. He wasn't in his wolf form, nor was he armed with any obvious weapon. He stood tall, impeccably dressed even in the chaos, his presence radiating an almost unnatural stillness. His eyes, one burning with hybrid power, the other a cold, calculating human grey, were fixed on her with an unsettling intensity. Behind him, Dr. Aris observed with a chilling, detached curiosity, flanked by a squad of elite guards, their we
