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The emergency medical protocols that followed our breakthrough moved with the kind of coordinated precision that only life-or-death situations could inspire. Within seventy-two hours of our final stability confirmation, we had converted our research laboratory into a pharmaceutical production facility, every available surface dedicated to synthesizing the quantities of treatment needed to address the crisis affecting hundreds of patients across multiple states.The werewolf medical board had granted us unprecedented emergency authorization, cutting through regulatory procedures that would normally take months in recognition that every day of delay meant more patients potentially suffering irreversible neurological damage. Dr. Harrison coordinated with hospital networks throughout the region, establishing distribution protocols that would ensure our treatment reached the most critical cases first.I stood in the sterile preparation room of the hospital where my father l

Claire's POVThe evening began with Theo's hand finding mine as we walked along the beach, his fingers intertwining with mine in the familiar gesture that had become as natural as breathing."I have something special planned for tonight," he said, his voice carrying the kind of quiet excitement that made my pulse quicken with anticipation."More pampering?" I asked with a smile, though after four days of constant luxury and attention, I was beginning to understand that Theo's definition of "special" often exceeded my wildest expectations."Something like that," he replied, guiding me toward the private dock where the resort's most elegant yacht waited, its white hull gleaming in the golden light of approaching sunset.The yacht had been transformed into something magical. Strings of warm lights traced elegant patterns along the railings and rigging, creating a canopy of gentle illumination that would make the evening glow long after the sun disappe

Adrian's POVMonday morning arrived with the weight of decisions that had been postponing themselves for weeks. I stood outside VM Group's research department, my hands trembling slightly as I tried to summon the courage for a conversation that felt simultaneously essential and terrifying. The hallway buzzed with the usual morning activity—researchers arriving with coffee and optimism, lab assistants preparing for another day of breakthrough science, the familiar rhythm of intellectual pursuit that had once been my world too.But today, all of that felt secondary to the one task I could no longer avoid. I needed to face Claire. Not as the bitter ex-boyfriend who had enabled her persecution, not as the manipulated fool, but as someone finally ready to take responsibility for the pain I'd caused and the choices I'd made.Since Nicole's arrest, it’s been a journey through shame so profound it had changed fundamental aspects of how I understood myself. Every detail revealed during the tri

Claire's POV...Because I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you went from corporate scandal to Luna-elect in the span of six months."I shifted the phone to my shoulder, using both hands to organize the final batch of project files that needed to be archived before I could officially close out the synthetic protein research case. The old records room in VM Group's basement level wasn't the most comfortable place to work, but it was quiet and private—perfect for the tedious task of documenting every aspect of our breakthrough treatment for the official company archives."It's not exactly a fairy tale progression," I replied, pulling another stack of molecular diagrams from the box beside me. "There was that whole part where I was accused of corporate espionage and nearly lost everything I'd worked for.""Details," Jennifer said dismissively, though I could hear her grinning through the phone. "The important thing is that you ended u

Claire's POVMy lungs burned with each desperate breath, the acrid smoke turning every intake into a struggle against my body's reflexive rejection of the toxic air. I pressed my face against the floor where oxygen still existed in thin pockets, my vision swimming as carbon monoxide poisoning began clouding my thoughts. The filing cabinet I'd been using as shelter felt like my tomb, surrounded by scattered documents that would soon become fuel for the flames I could hear crackling somewhere beyond the sealed door.This was how I was going to die. Trapped in a basement records room, murdered by someone who had planned every detail with meticulous precision. The locked door, the missing phone, the convenient absence of other employees—all of it orchestrated to ensure no one would find me until it was far too late.My throat closed against another wave of smoke as I tried to call for help again, but only a broken whisper emerged. The sound of my own voice, we