MAYA'S POVSera called on Friday at seven in the morning.I was in the kitchen, coffee in hand, the building still quiet around me, and I picked up on the second ring because seven in the morning meant something had moved."I found her," Sera said.No preamble. That was the thing about Sera: she'd spent eight years as a liaison and had learned that context was for after the news, not before it."Tell me," I said."Her name is Yuna Park," Sera said. "Twenty-two, biology PhD candidate at UW, no pack connections, no supernatural context. She lives alone, she runs in the mornings, she has a lab partner named Cass who she eats lunch with every day and a professor who thinks she's the best student he's had in fifteen years."A pause."She also woke up three days ago and called her mother at two in the morning because she could hear her neighbor's conversation through two walls and a closed door and thought she was losing her mind."I put my coffee down."She's activating," I said."She's ac
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