Everyone was running on fumes no one said it out loud, but the tension hung thick in the air like wet smoke.Evelyn sat at her desk, staring at her father's file again.Her father had been one of them. A werewolf.All this time, while she was chasing monsters, the real one had been in the family album.“You good?” Mason asked, slipping into the chair beside her.She didn’t answer right away. “I thought we were the first. The lab kids. The experiments. But what if... what if there were others before us?”Mason looked tired. Older somehow. “We’re not the beginning, Ev. Just the next chapter.”Outside, the world was changing faster than they could keep up.The city was buzzing not with rumors anymore, but fear. The public had seen enough blood. Enough half-hidden surveillance footage. Enough unofficial leaks from frightened cops who couldn’t explain claw marks and shredded uniforms.People were locking their doors at sunset. News anchors were using the word "werewolf" with straight face
The city was quieter than it should’ve been.Evelyn sat in the back of the precinct car, head resting against the window as they pulled into the station lot. It was almost surreal after everything they’d seen at Hollowmere, the blood, the screams, the truth about Julian just being back at the station felt... wrong.Normal felt like a lie.The others were quiet too. Mason hadn’t said much since the ride back. Logan kept checking his phone like he expected orders to come through at any moment. Damian, of course, had already disappeared he never lingered where he wasn’t needed.The precinct was bustling, but it wasn’t normal. The atmosphere was tight, like everyone was holding their breath. Whispers circled the bullpen. Files were being moved. Officers looked over their shoulders more than usual.Evelyn stepped inside and immediately felt it.People were staring at her.Not just the usual curiosity. Not suspicion.Fear.“Hey, McCommer.”Reyes called from his office doorway. “You’re back.
The air around the Hollowmoon clearing was thick with breath and tension. Evelyn stood still, her aunt’s words echoing in her skull.“You carry her scent.”“You’re lying,” Evelyn whispered. “My mother died. They told me”“She died,” the woman said. “But not when they said. Not how they said.”The wolves behind her shifted restlessly, as if holding back more than teeth.“She was taken. Used. And when they were done trying to tame her, they gave her one choice: loyalty or extinction. She chose the third.”“What was that?”The woman smiled.“Revenge.”Evelyn’s heart pounded. “Where is she?”A pause.Then the woman said softly: “She’s alive.”Elsewhere in the city, Logan stood at the edge of the alley behind the courthouse, his instincts screaming.Something was wrong.The meeting was supposed to be clean. Discreet.He wasn’t alone.And then he saw it a figure cloaked in city uniform, watching him from the rooftop above.Logan stepped back into the shadows just as the first shot rang out.
The city didn’t sleep anymore.Police scanners buzzed with strange reports howling in the alleys, claw marks on parked cars, patrol dogs refusing to leave their kennels. Tension curled into every conversation. Even those who didn’t believe in monsters could feel them coming.Inside the precinct, Evelyn stood over the captain’s desk, flipping through one of her father’s hidden field logs.Every line felt like a voice from beyond the grave.March 12. Heard it again. Not just a howlA call. She’s not gone. Not completely.“Who is she?” Evelyn whispered aloud.Reyes watched her from the doorway. “He was obsessed with her. Said if the First ever woke, the world would forget the difference between man and wolf.”She turned. “Is that what we are now? History waking up?”Reyes didn’t answer. Just slid a small metal box onto the table.“What’s this?”“A DNA test your father ordered. Not on you. On someone else.”Evelyn opened it slowly. Inside: a burned ID card. The photo was faded, but the na
The city burned in pieces.Not everywhere. Not all at once.But enough to matter.An apartment complex collapsed after something ripped through its foundations. A patrol van went silent — later found overturned, claw marks down its sides. Civilians locked themselves inside gas stations and bars, whispering about shadows that moved too fast and eyes that glowed in the dark.And above it all, the news spun silence.“Unconfirmed riots,” they said. “Unstable suspects.” No one dared speak the word. Not on the record.But in the streets?Everyone knew.Wolves.Evelyn moved through the precinct like a storm bottled in flesh.Her boots tracked rainwater and dirt. Her coat clung to her skin. Behind her, Logan kept pace — quieter, but no less tense.The bullpen was nearly empty. Officers were either out on calls or barricading entry points. Captain Reyes waited in his office, phone to his ear, face drawn with lines she hadn’t noticed before.He hung up as they entered.“Downtown is losing contr
The child hadn’t moved.Even after the gunfire stopped, after Rhodes hit the ground and the alarms faded into static — she sat still, knees drawn to her chest, golden eyes fixed on Evelyn.The others stayed back, even Logan.But Evelyn crouched low again, heart still pounding.“My name is Evelyn,” she said softly. “I’m not here to hurt you.”The girl blinked. Once. Then twice. Still, no sound.“She’s in shock,” Mason murmured. “Probably been conditioned. Trained not to speak unless spoken to by—”“Rhodes,” Evelyn finished.“No,” said Logan. “Someone else.”They all looked at him.He was staring at the girl, something unreadable in his expression. Not fear. Not anger.Recognition.“I saw her once. In the early files, buried deep. She was never meant to be deployed. They called her Echo. The mimic. She was designed to bond with the strongest Alpha they had.”He looked at Evelyn now.“But that Alpha was never found.”The room felt smaller.Evelyn stood. “Then why is she looking at me lik