The Abandoned Luna's Return
Lola St.Clairi am the lycan's lunaclaimed by the alpha: luna's awakeningi am his wolfless lunathe infertile luna's revenge and the alpha's regrets
But as the survivors began to cheer, and the Iron Vault soldiers threw their caps into the air, a shadow fell over the beach.
It wasn't a parachute. It wasn't a drone.
It was a **Door**.
A single, free-standing door of polished mahogany, sitting right in the middle of the sand. It looked exactly like the door to my father’s office in the 1998 simulation.
And from the other side of the door, I heard the sound of a typewriter.
*Click. Click. Ding.*
"He's not gone," I breathed, standing up.
"Elara, wait," Silas warned, his hand on my shoulder. "That door... it shouldn't be here. The system is dead."