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My ears popped painfully as the air pressure dropped. "Shields up!" Wolfy gasped. He clutched his stomach, his face pale green. "We aren't alone," Barzil warned. He struggled to stand against the gravity. His legs shook. Red lights flared in the cargo bay. The strobe effect was disorienting. INTRUDER DETECTED. Four security droids detached from the ceiling. They were sleek, spider-like machines. Their servos whirred—a high-pitched mechanical whine. They were armed with stun-batons that crackled with blue electricity.

he grunted. He slammed both gauntlets onto the hatch. The kinetic discharge buckled the inch-thick steel. Jax reached into the warped metal and literally peeled the hatch back like a tin can. We dropped into the cargo hold. The interior was filled with rows of black crates embossed with the Aegis logo. My thermal vision picked up the faint signature of the Mark IV dampeners, the key to moving our army without being detected by Silas’s global "Ear." "We have the payload!" I shouted into the comms.

Alessia secretly smiled at her brother’s words. Then, Alessia turned to Rian. “Are you ready?” “As ready as someone who narrowly escaped being used as a puppet of a world-ending entity can be,” he said. She nodded. “Good enough.” Kael touched the hilt of his sword. “Transport is fueled. Shields calibrated. Flight path cleared.” Alessia turned toward the craft. “Then let’s go.” Inside the transport, they settled into their seats. Alessia took the captain’s chair near the front.

Tall, pale skin, dark hair and dark eyes that reflected light like polished stone. No emotion, no anger, no curiosity. Just function. It tilted its head slightly when it saw me. Recognition. “Melissa Carter,” it said. Its voice sounded like multiple voices layered together perfectly. Jamal stepped in front of me and the failsafe’s gaze shifted to him. “Interference noted,” it said. Zara raised her weapon “Yeah well note this.” The failsafe looked at the weapon, then at Zara. “Probability of successful harm: zero point zero zero two percent,” it said calmly.

Today, I was a spectacle. “Eyes forward.” The command cracked like a whip. My gaze snapped up to the female instructor striding across the ring—a tall, sinewy wolf with scars etched into her bronze skin like battle maps. Liora. Kael’s third-in-command, and apparently the one tasked with hammering me into something resembling a Luna. “If you think rank excuses weakness, you’re wrong,” she said, her voice smooth as broken glass. “Strength is survival, no matter what bed you share.”

Alyssa let out a deep breath of relief and began to follow Safi out of the hallway. “You should count yourself lucky that she hasn’t deemed you as being too suspicious yet.” Her wolf spoke and Alyssa rolled her eyes. Safi led her to the visitors’ toilet and Alyssa walked right into it and shut the door behind her. Then she looked at the mirror and ruffled her hair. “Gosh. I hope this robot has a nap time because if it feels like she is monitoring me all the time, how am I going to find a way?” Alyssa said, not wanting to allow her frustration to start getting the best of her.

The sudden shift in mass and shape tore my collar clean out of Vane’s grip. Before he could recover from his shock, I lunged forward. I didn't try to bite his throat; I knew I was too weak to finish a fight with his armed guards. Instead, I used my sudden burst of speed to slam my shoulder into his chest, throwing him backward into Doc's control console. My wolf’s jaws snapped as I landed on all fours, my legs trembling beneath my weight. Alistair didn't hesitate. He immediately slammed his palm against the emergency override button, breaking the glass casing. The heavy pneumatic security doors hissed open.

"He's demanding it. That's why we need to go now because I don't know how much I can hold myself back if he tries to give me a goddamn lecture about us being late." Alyssa chews on her lip, glancing anxiously at Zuri. "And it's safe for her?" I step closer, placing a hand on her lower back. "Of course, sweet girl. Our security's tight. Two guards at the door, cameras everywhere. Not even Satan himself could get in." She nods slowly, letting her trust in us as her men ground her. "Okay," she says softly, her shoulders relaxing.

Califf said as he came to my side to open the door for me. I got out of the SUV, and he was assisting me. My knees were shaky as I rounded to the passenger’s side. Once seated and buckled up, I shut my eyes and deeply breathed. I was worried about myself, my friends, the pack— everything, and I just froze. Califf drove off as soon as he got into the driver’s seat. “We’re not safe here. Did you find something?” “Yes, Alpha,” Kairo said gleefully. “That was awesome!”

“Aster Likaya, Captain of the Zeraph Republic Voltiir Corps. Serial number 3349-88766.Aster Likaya, Captain of the Zeraph Republic Voltiir Corps. Serial number 3349-88766.” She repeated the phrases in her head, desperate to focus on something that didn’t involve the seeing numbness that had overtaken her body. The death of one Druid and the departure of another had weakened the vine wall that was separating them from their vessel.