LOGINKai dropped me off at Wolf-Thorne Police station named after the pack's name, Wolf-Thorne. It was a bright and clear morning as I gave him a goodbye peck and stepped out of the car to my work place, waving goodbye to my son in the backseat. Kai was going to drop him off at his elementary school which was still quite a distance from the station.
Seven years had made a lot of changes for me. I had gone through training as a police officer, eventually getting promoted to a fully certified detective. And I loved my job so much being one where I got to bring the bad guys to justice under the law.
I loved the excitement that a fresh case brought, be it a serial killer, or an unexplained suicide, or a suspicious death. The thrill that came with getting leads and getting closer to the end of an ongoing case was unmatched by anything else and when it was finally over, it left me with the feeling of winning a battle.
Nine out of ten times the cases were successfully handled and solved. And with my achievements, I was highly positive I would be promoted to a lieutenant in a few years time.
I was cheerfully greeted by coworkers as I headed for my workstation, just a corner of a room I shared with a couple of other detectives. I settled for a cup of instant coffee to start my day and looked up at the approaching presence of my partner, Detective Lewis.
“Detective Summer!” He greeted me cheerfully in his loud boisterous voice, and then quickly sombered like a tap that was suddenly switched off.
“What is it?” I asked at his unhappy expression. Lewis was usually an easy-going man, with a cheerful mood that was highly contagious to anyone that came in contact with him.
“There's even more bad news. Another child was attacked late yesterday. They were eating out and his mum had gone in to use the bathroom. Little kid wandered off to God knows where. Found him crying with damn slashes on his back.”
A clasped my hands to my mouth, very horrified at this news. Things were no longer perfect in the Wolf-Thorne pack. Rogue werewolves infiltrated the pack on random days attacking children which based on our investigations, were always below the ages of nine.
I was among the special unit in charge of trying to find the orchestrators of the attacks and also the motive behind it, but we were yet to get any positive lead. I was afraid it would turn out to be one of those cases that went unsolved and it saddened me greatly. The attackers deserved to be severely punished, going after innocent kids!
Each day I feared for the life of my little boy, especially as he was dropped off at school. Security had been tightened in his school for this reason but it couldn’t erase the rising panic I felt when I went to pick him up, or waited for him to come home. I could not relax, not until I heard the pitter-patter of his running feet, and sighted his huge smile as he came at me for a hug.
“Is the child okay?” I asked anxiously. “His mum must be so frightened.” I would be if something happened to my little boy.
“He thankfully is.” Lewis replied. He glanced at his watch. “Roll call in five. I'll show you the file reports later. Gotta head to the squad room now. The Sergeant’s got more for us.”
Sergeant Miller's news to us was pretty unexpected once the roll call was over.
“We've been offered help from a distant pack by their Alpha to deal with the rogues. And they've promised that they'll be able to handle the problem. While this was very unexpected, I don't doubt their capabilities because this offer is not just from a regular pack but a prominent one. One of the most feared and respected packs of the West.”
Murmuring spread among the detectives in the room as we ran through what we heard in our mind. Why would a random pack be willing to intrude into the affairs of another? There had to be a catch. But what could a small pack like ours have to offer to them?
Seargent Miller continued once the side talks had died down. “And yes, there's a condition. But the details are between the Alphas of both packs. They will be deploying their special warriors any time from tomorrow immediately the deal is set so please welcome them and work with them in harmony.”
And then he unexpectedly looked me dead in the eyes. “Detective Summer, the Alpha requires an audience with you.”
Everyone turned to look at me, their faces mirrored expressions of shock and disbelief. If they were expecting an answer from me then it was pointless because I was just as clueless as they were. What could Alpha Wulfric want from me? The first and last time I met him was seven years ago when I was just absorbed into the pack and Kai had brought me to him.
“You haven't mentioned the name of the pack that has offered their help, sergeant.” Someone informed him.
“That's true.” He nodded in acknowledgement. “It's the Moon City pack.”
And my blood ran cold at that. Was my past already back to haunt me?
Detective Lewis was whispering in my ears, asking what could be the reason that I had been summoned by the Alpha but that wasn't my biggest worry. I couldn't fight the feeling that the whole thing was connected to my former pack.
Some moments after, I was back at my station to take care of some necessary paperwork. Concentrating was difficult as I was anxious and agitated over my meet up with the Alpha later that evening.
The ringing of my phone shook me a little out of my worried state as I looked at the caller ID. Kai was calling. The time just overhead on the wall confirmed that it was his lunchtime at the company he worked for. Here was someone I could talk to that would help me feel quite better.
I swiped my fingers across the accept button. “Detective Summer speaking.”
It was just a running joke of ours, me picking the phone and replying professionally. But Kai didn't play along this time.
“Good news, Helen.” He said cheerfully.
“Yeah I've got some pretty unexpected news myself.” I mused. “But you go first.”
“You've finally got your wish. A way to spread your wings across the borders of our Wolf-Thorne pack.”
“What do you mean?”
“What else? You'll be able to take up some cases outside of the pack, something you've always wanted.”
Okay, I was definitely having a bad feeling about this. Take up some cases suddenly from where? And of all people it would be me when there were those of higher ranks that would qualify better?
“Quit beating around the bush and out with it. What the hell is going on?”
“Alpha Wulfric called the home line.” Kai began but my breath had caught in my throat. Alpha Wulfric's name was coming up again.
Kai, not noticing anything on his end, went on. “He had a pretty promising offer for you. You'll go over to a certain pack that specifically requires your service for an ongoing case. That's all they need to help us take out the rogues causing this menace.”
“What pack is this?” I asked in a shaky voice, already fearing the worst.
“Moon City pack.” Kai replied, confirming my fears.
My hand holding the phone shook slightly as everything clicked into the place. Alpha Damian wanted me back and only on that condition would he help out my pack. But I wasn't about to ever step my feet in that pack, ever again. They should fucking get some other detective.
“And what did you tell him?” I queried.
“That you'll be down for it.”
HELEN’S P.O.V.Peace is not quiet. Peace is the hum of a high-voltage fence.I stood on the balcony of the renovated Castle. The acid rain had stopped days ago,blocked by the Halo the hexagonal grid of violet energy that now spanned the sky aboveWashington D.C.The sun was rising, but it wasn't the warm, yellow sun I remembered. Filtered throughthe Architect’s shield, the light was cool, sterile, and purple. It made the city look like abruise."Director," Vance said, stepping onto the balcony. He wasn't wearing his tattered coatanymore. He wore a uniform made of woven star-metal fiber. "The perimeter is secure.The Rot has retreated to the treeline.""And the refugees?""Safe," Vance said. "Leo stabilized the foundations. The Architect... repaired the shelters."I looked down at the courtyard.It wasn't a garden anymore.The wild, chaotic jungle Maya had grown was gone. In its place were perfect, geometricpaths made of black obsidian. The ruined buildings hadn't been rebuilt; th
LEO’S P.O.V.I was holding up a hospital.The structural supports of the George Washington University Hospital had beencompromised by the Rust blight. The steel rebar inside the concrete had turned to redpowder. The building, housing three hundred refugees, groaned and began to tilt.I stood in the sub-basement. I placed my golden shoulders under the main load-bearingbeam.Load: 12,000 tons.I adjusted my density. I locked my knees.I didn't strain. Muscles are for biology. I was geometry. I simply existed as an immovableobject beneath the falling mass."Stabilized," I broadcasted over the local frequency. "Evacuate the upper floors. You havetwenty minutes before the concrete shears around me.""Thank you, Leo," Vance’s voice came through, sounding exhausted. "But where do wemove them? The shelters are full. The tents are rotting.""Move them to the subway," I calculated. "The tunnels are shielded by bedrock. The Rotpenetration is only 15% there.""The subway is flooded," Vance
LEO’S P.O.V.I didn't need to sleep anymore. Sleep is a biological reset function for organic neuralnetworks. I was no longer organic.I stood on the roof of the Smithsonian Castle at 0300 hours. My vision wasn't limited bydarkness. My eyes polished, gold-mirror surfaces processed the entire electromagneticspectrum. I saw the heat of the rats in the sewers. I saw the microwave backgroundradiation of the universe.I saw the structural integrity of the city.Washington D.C. was a mess. A chaotic, crumbling pile of stone held together by vinesand hope.Inefficient, my mind registered. Chaos invites decay.I looked down at my hand.It was perfect. The skin was a seamless, golden alloy. It didn't sweat. It didn't bleed. Itdidn't feel the humidity.Inside, the Star was still burning. But it was trapped. Compressed into a singularitywithin my chest. It was no longer a fire that warmed me; it was a battery that poweredthe machine.I scanned the courtyard below.The statue of the Beast
HELEN’S P.O.V.The statue in the courtyard was melting.The massive, frozen form of the Beas encased in the cryogenic nitrogen delivered bythe Titan was dripping.Drip... drip... drip.Puddles of gray slush formed around its claws. The ice cracked."Ambient temperature is eighty degrees," Silas reported, scanning the monolith. "Thehumidity is 90%. Physics is winning, Helen. It will thaw.""How long?" I asked, checking the load on my rifle."An hour," Silas estimated. "Maybe two. And when it wakes up, it's going to be hungry."I looked at the elevator shaft in the basement ruins. The doors were gone, melted by theprevious battles. It was just a dark throat leading down to the bedrock."Leo," I whispered into the comms. "You have sixty minutes. If you aren't back by then...we're going to have to blow the Castle to bury this thing.""Copy," Leo’s voice came back, distorted by two miles of rock. "I'll be quick. I just need toask the prisoner why he's so afraid of the dark."THE HEAVY
The infirmary in the Smithsonian Castle was usually the safest place in the city. Thickred sandstone walls, filtered air, and the smell of antiseptic.Today, it smelled like spoiled milk.Leo sat on a reinforced gurney. He wasn't wearing a shirt. His arms usually corded withmuscle and glowing with that faint, golden star-light were mottled.Where the Beast had bitten him, the flesh wasn't red or bleeding. It was gray. Aspreading, web-like pattern of necrosis was creeping up his biceps toward his shoulders.And from the center of the bite marks, tiny white spores were puffing into the air withevery beat of his heart."Don't breathe it," Silas warned, adjusting his respirator. He held a scanner over thewound."What is it?" I asked, standing behind the bio-shield. "Infection? Poison?""It's thermodynamic theft," Silas said, looking at the readings with wide eyes. "Usually, afever is the body generating heat to kill bacteria. But look at the thermal cam."He turned the screen toward
HELEN’S P.O.V.We called it the "Green Peace."For six months, Washington D.C. had been a paradise. A dangerous, overgrown,mosquito-infested paradise, but a paradise nonetheless. The Green Children tended thevertical farms on the skyscrapers. The Peacekeepers now just "The Keepers" cleared therubble and built aqueducts.We thought we had won. We thought the Architect was the final boss.But nature hates a vacuum. And when you remove the Order... you make room for theAppetite.I stood on the balcony of the Castle, watching the Potomac River. The water was clear,filtered by millions of lily pads."He's back," Vance said, pointing his binoculars downriver.A wake cut through the lilies. Leo was returning from the West, riding his star-metal raft.But something was wrong.Usually, Leo glowed. Even in daylight, he had a faint, golden shimmer.Today, he looked gray.Not the Architect's gray. He looked... dusty. Ashy.He docked at the Jefferson Memorial (now the boat house). He didn't j







