**Ravyn**
Three weeks had transformed everything.
The pharmaceutical facility outside the city hummed with activity, Dr. Morel’s research team working around the clock to produce immunity serum in quantities that had seemed impossible just a month ago. Ravyn stood at the observation window, watching vampire and werewolf technicians work side by side, her hand resting on her still-flat stomach.
“Production is ahead of schedule,” Laurent reported, joining her at the window. “We’ve distributed serum to eight pack territories so far. Complete immunity in every case.”
“Any word from Valerius?” Ravyn asked, though she already suspected the answer.
“Nothing. Either he’s planning something massive, or he genuinely doesn’t know what we’re doing.” Laurent’s expression was troubled. “The quiet m
