KIERAN BLACKWOOD
The cold morning light invades the meeting room, reflecting off the glass walls and the tense faces of the pack members.
I am sitting at the head of the long table, watching Dimitri stand up to present his findings.
The air is heavy, charged with anxiety.
Everyone knows there is no room for mistakes now.
“We have some preliminary information about the Lycan you found last night.", Dimitri says, his voice firm and objective.
He clicks the remote, and the screen on the wall displays a series of images.
The photos are grainy; security camera captures: the man with yellow eyes wandering the streets, stopping in alleys, and in one of them, sleeping under a viaduct.
“This doesn’t make sense. He seemed determined, threatening. But this… He’s not what I expected.", my voic
