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The tactical command room was deep beneath the villa, carved into the bedrock with no windows and little light beyond the glow of the large monitors along the walls. The server racks hummed steadily in the background while heavy rain pounded the mountain outside. Water ran down the stone walls and seeped through cracks in the old masonry, dripping into the corners of the room, but nobody paid attention. Everyone was focused on the monitors, where six dark SUVs were speeding up the narrow mountain road from the civilian port.Chris stood at the main table, watching the map on the large screen as six red markers moved along the mountain road. Darius worked at the computer beside him, typing quickly while listening to the radio through his headset, and Valkira stood between them with her leather coat pulled tight around her, watching the screen as the storm rumbled above them and the lights flickered once.He pointed at the map. "Our scouts just spotted them at the third checkpoint. They

The heavy bronze crest rested on the polished mahogany table, its raised wolf's head catching the blue light from the monitors. Valkira stood over it, her silver hair still damp from the rain as water dripped from her heavy leather coat onto the floor. The villa office was quiet except for the low hum of the servers in the next room while Darius worked through the network, clearing the background traffic from the line and checking the data moving across his screens.“The emergency line is open,” he said. “I’ve hidden the signal and bounced it through several secure connections. No one should be able to trace it back to the villa.”Valkira gave a small nod, her eyes still on the bronze crest. “How long before the capital responds?”Darius checked the timer on his screen. “About ninety seconds. Could be faster if Visev is at his desk.”Chris stood near the sealed iron doors with his rifle resting against his chest, keeping an eye on the corridor outside. “Once that order goes through, e

The armored convoy drove through the gates of the Imperial Medical Center as rain poured over the compound. Water covered the windshield, and the headlights reflected off the wet road as Chris drove toward the main building.Valkira looked toward the entrance and noticed the extra security she had ordered. There were more armed guards than usual, some standing beneath the covered entrance while others watched the side doors and moved around the building. New cameras had been fixed to the walls, covering the roads and parking areas, and heavy barriers had been placed near the lower entrances. Two armored security vehicles were parked farther back, ready to block the driveway if anyone tried to force their way in.The hospital still looked normal from a distance, but Valkira knew better. Anyone trying to get inside now would have to deal with the guards first.Chris pulled the lead vehicle to the front and stopped. He checked his wrist terminal before looking at Valkira. “General Liam's

The bunker was buried deep beneath the lower levels of the Citadel, with no windows or natural light anywhere in sight. Bare concrete walls, thick steel supports, and bright overhead lights surrounded the room, making it feel cold and uncomfortable. The air smelled of sweat and tobacco smoke, and the fear in the room was obvious as twenty minor pack leaders crowded around a large steel table, shifting in their chairs and looking at one another while they tried to figure out what to do next. Their chairs scraped against the stone floor whenever someone moved, and the lights flickered whenever the defense systems running through the Citadel powered up above them.Tablets were spread across the table, their screens filled with updates from different parts of the city. Red alerts kept flashing across the displays. Skyline Business had been frozen, the shipping routes had stopped moving, and General Liam's troops had blocked the roads leading into the outer sectors, leaving fewer and fewer

The rebuilt Laurel Tower was packed with wealthy investors and noble pack families. Bright lights reflected off the marble floors and crystal chandeliers while servers moved through the crowd with trays of champagne and wine. A string quartet played near the main stage as quiet conversations filled the hall, the entire place showing just how much money and power had gone into its reconstruction.In the VIP section, the four traitor Alphas: Fred, Ivan, Travis, and Kelvin stood together, trying to keep their conversation private. They smiled whenever someone passed, but their nervous eyes kept scanning the room.Lucas stood between them, holding a glass of whiskey he hadn't touched. His suit covered most of the bruises from the beating, but his pale face and sweaty forehead gave away how badly he was doing. The poison was already taking its toll, and he knew the antidote was still in Valkira's hands.He checked the exits again. His phone had been silent for hours, and the people he used