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Or maybe Mike thought the wards were enough. Inside, the outpost was cramped but organized. File boxes stacked against walls. A desk covered in papers and maps. Equipment I recognized from Kelly's facility, medical and mystical combined. And photos. Dozens of photos pinned to a cork board that covered one entire wall. Photos of Ghost Wolves. Most were old, grainy images that looked like they'd been copied from historical records. Ghost Wolves in various stages of transformation. Anatomical diagrams. Notes about power manifestation and control. But three photos were recent. High quality. Taken with modern equipment.

Then she entered the car where Rowland was placed, and the cars zoned off. Once they were out of sight, Jacqueline wasted no time. He set to locate the pups. Though he didn’t trace them directly, he traced Scott. If they were anywhere, they’d be wherever that monster was. He knew. His instincts led him to an abandoned building on the outskirts of the city where Scott had been with the pups. The moment he stepped inside to the base where everything unfolded, his stomach twisted at the sight before him. Blood was smeared across the floor and walls. Scott lay there, disfigured, barely recognisable, his body cut from many parts beyond repair. Some of his parts of the body were even everywhere.

Damien turned to Elara. “They became ghosts.” Splice zoomed in on one particular file: Subject Echo-9. A redacted profile appeared—gender listed as female, age unknown, location: Garden Metro. But what froze the room was the image embedded in the file. A child’s drawing. Crude. Childlike. But undeniably powerful. A small girl holding hands with a woman in a white lab coat—presumably her mother. The girl had a red scarf around her neck, and a name written in crooked handwriting on the bottom of the drawing:

"My threat perception is going haywire. Something is watching us. And it’s not human." Haley, who was currently typing furiously on her pink laptop while walking backward, suddenly stopped. "Uh, guys? I’m picking up biological signatures. Two of them. Massive ones. But... the heat signatures are weird. They’re indistinguishable from the background cold." "That’s because they don't have body heat," Olivia said calmly, not breaking her stride. "They are the Gravekeepers. Chimera Subject 09. A perfect fusion of deep-sea gigantism and lupine aggression."

CRUNCH. The tires rolled directly over the flash drive, shattering it beneath them. “No!” she gasped, running to it, kneeling beside the crushed metal. Her hands shook as she picked up the ruined pieces. Behind her, silence. No more footsteps. No more gunshots. Just the eerie night air and her own ragged breathing. Slowly, she looked down at the remaining envelope. It held the photograph… and a few damp, stained documents. Pages with half-redacted texts, file numbers, words like Serum A-9 and Subject Memory Control.

He paused before a reinforced door that had been locked with a retinal scanner, long since deactivated. He tore open the panel, rerouted the power, and forced it open. The chamber beyond was pristine. Unlike the rest of the lab, this one had been untouched—sealed off completely. Inside was a pod. And inside that pod… A girl. Or a replica of one. Small. Pale. Floating in stasis. Null’s expression shifted. “That’s… not me.” Damien scanned the markings. Subject Sigma. He looked at Aurora. “Another prototype.” Aurora’s voice was barely audible. “How many did she make?”

CHAPTER 98 The night had already swallowed the city whole by the time Sophias convoy rolled into the Apapa docks, a place where shadows felt alive and the salty air carried the ghosts of forgotten cargo ships. The smell of diesel and rot wrapped around her like a warning. Moonlight dripped over rusted rooftops, turning the run-down warehouses into silver silhouettes that loomed like silent threats. Ralias voice crackled through the comms, tense but controlled. Movement in Building Nine. Three heat signatures. Two patrols… one seated.

I reached the door to Marcus’s study. I looked at the camera in the corner. The little red light was off. The Stalker was right. The cameras were dark. I pushed the door open. The room smelled like old books and Marcus’s cigars. I walked over to the picture of the blue boat. My heart was thumping so loud I thought the whole house could hear it. I moved the picture. There it was. A silver box in the wall. I put in the numbers. Zero. Nine. One. Six.

There were no iron spikes driven into its spine, and no glowing cables attached to its skull. "This is Subject Zero Nine," Julian said, his voice dripping with a triumphant, professional pride. "A standard rogue captured within the city limits three days ago. As you can see, there are no visible cybernetic components. The tracking device is a microscopic liquid-crystal array that was introduced via a standard vaccination syringe. It integrates directly with the cerebrospinal fluid, using the wolf's own bio-electric field to power the antenna." "And what does it do?" Alpha Montgomery asked, her sharp eyes scanning the video feed for any sign of distress in the animal.