Nyxara Rising
“Because the Continuum just made their next move.”
Alarms wailed through the compound, red lights washing the room in a bloody glow.
Nyxara felt something cold and bright settle in her chest—the old fear burned away, replaced by something hard and clean. Her smile was slow, vicious, a promise and a warning.
“Perfect,” she said. “I’m done playing defense.”
Inside her, the White Wolf bared its teeth, ready to run, ready to fight.
And for the first time, Nyxara knew—she was not alone. Not ever again.