We followed the guard to the observation room, where people were hustling around and murmuring.
“Give me an update.”
“The scans are picking up presences. A lot of them, but we can’t get a hold of how many.”
The readings kept changing, ranging from no one to over a hundred people, but the screens that showed the camera views were all blank. There was no way to tell how many were there through the cameras, but maybe that was just because of how injured I was.
Francium tilted his head at an almost unnatural angle. “There’s something off about… the view.”
I frowned and thought back to when he spoke about having some sort of immunity. Was this a vampire’s illusion? Could it affect scans too? I worried my lip. If it was all technology built to read werewolf presence, maybe built from the
