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I turned the tablet toward him. On the screen was a photo of a glass incubator. Inside, a tiny, translucent shape was floating in amber fluid. PROJECT HARBINGER: SUBJECT 02. STATUS: VIABLE. "She has another one?" Richard’s voice was a whisper of pure horror. "She has a lab in the city," I said. "And Richard... according to the timestamps, Subject 02 is due to wake up tonight." The ground beneath the estate began to rumble. A low, vibrating sound—not a wolf, but a machine.

Chapter 14: The Fall of the Bloodline "Where the hell is it?" Abram’s roar shook the soundproof glass of the Vault. A heavy crystal decanter smashed against the far wall, showering the mahogany floor with glass shards and expensive scotch. The air in the office was thick with the scent of ozone and raw, unhinged Alpha pheromones. The monitors on the wall were a blur of red alerts. SHIPMENT 909: INTERCEPTED. CARGO: LOST.

Sleek, dark, winged with red scanner lights that cut through the mist like eyes. Romeo cursed under his breath. "They found us faster than i thought". Jessica's breath trembled. "How?" Romeo glanced back at her. "Because Helix never stops watching". The lead drone spoke in a metalic snarl: "IDENTIFIED: SUBJECTS 06 AND 09. RECAPTURE PROTOCOL ENGAGED". Jessica froze. Aurora started to cry softly. Romeo stepped in front of them both. "Over my dead body".

Somewhere high above, Maddox bellowed: "Security breach in Sublevel Nine. Contain the asset." Asset. That was all she was to them but to me, she was everything. The final door required biometric access. I grasped the guard I'd released a second ago and pressed his palm on the reader. The lock closed. It was colder in here and darker. Monitors lined all four walls, with images of brains and heat maps. She lay on a metal table now—bound down, wires on her temples and an IV delivering who-knew-what into her veins.

White-coated scientists writing on clipboards. And everywhere— Screams. Magic being drained. People begging. My blood burned. “We’re going to destroy this place,” I whispered. Renna watched me. “You really mean that, don’t you?” “Yes.” We rounded another corner. Suddenly— Voices. We ducked into a door and froze. The room was different. No cells. No machines. Instead— Blueprints. Mana extraction diagrams. Weapons for our kind. Research boards filled with manila tags. A giant map with red pins.

A thick black binder waited there, unmarked. I pulled it down. Inside, surgical photos. Mission briefs. Maps marked with blood. And one image I couldn’t tear my eyes from. Me. Strapped to a gurney. Wires connected to my scalp. My eyes open, blank. My mouth slightly parted. Patient Zero – Enhanced Lupine Variant Asset Status: Compliant Creator: UNDISCLOSED My knees almost buckled. I dropped to the floor and flipped the page. The next document was a contract. Dated two years ago.

In the place where she had stood, there was only a single silver-grey scalpel, its blade stained with the original amber. ​The Ninth Peak is the new Suture Zero, a mobile nursery for a galaxy that is finally, truly alive. But Sarah-Prime has vanished into the deep void, and as Elara picks up the first scalpel, she realizes that the "Prime" version of her mentor has left behind one final, hidden code—a sequence that isn't for a planet, but for a person who hasn't been born yet.