hne

hree. The air grew damp and freezing, smelling of wet rust and old concrete. Above me, fl

y watch: 9:

ng for Debbie to march in here tomorrow morning, find me broken or unconscious on th

s smart grid in thirty seconds or call my Starline stri

uch my sate

dhound. An invincible woman with zero flaws would only convince an Alpha that she was an enemy spy. To

is heart for the little girl who saved him ten years ago, treating me like dirt to protect his precious memory. If he

into the cavernous concrete vault, the last bar of s

ncy button that would bring Starline helicopters here in ten minutes-and set it on the top shelf of a high ir

y skin. Inside my mind, my pureblood White Wolf spirit, F

l soul-bond, her voice low and anxious. "The memory of that burnin

aloud in the empty room, my fingers tightening on the edge

um of the ceiling ven

rk exploded inside the external junction

my head, the single dim emergenc

s slammed down like

ushed into my nose, instantly dragging my mind back ten years to the collapsed underground cellar

trapped bird. My throat constricted as if

y remained, casting a ghostly blue glow over my sweating knuckles. I opened a blank text message and ty

ld barely hit the keys: "Sub-v

burner caught a fraction of a bounce signal. A tiny checkmark flashed

e concrete. I slid down the cold wall, pulling my knees tigh