The Abandoned Luna's Return
Silas said, "we might not be able to come back. The Reapers are 'Hardware,' Elara. They don't have code we can hack. They have cells we have to burn."
"Then we'll burn them," I said.
We stepped out onto the balcony. The city below was a warzone of green mist and shadow. The first ship was already deploying its ground forces—massive, obsidian-clad soldiers that moved with the speed of light.
But as we prepared to leap, a new sound echoed across the sky.
It wasn't the hum of the ship. It was a **Howl**.
A massive, white wolf—five stories tall, made of pure light and chrome—leapt from the ruins of the Old District. It wasn't a shifter. It wasn't a ghost.