Grayson
The war room had become a maze of maps, satellite images, and intelligence reports spread across every available surface. Six days since Ravyn’s capture, and despite coordinating the largest supernatural search operation in recorded history, they were still chasing shadows.
“Update from the Michigan team,” Kane reported, walking into the room with fresh intelligence. “The research facility outside Detroit was a dead end. Abandoned for over a decade, no recent activity, no infrastructure for holding prisoners.”
“That’s eight facilities down,” Alpha Blackwood said grimly, marking another location off their target list. “How many are we still investigating?”
“Fifty-three across six states.” Kane consulted his tablet. “We’re making progress, but it’s slow. Valerius has had years to
