The asylum grew suffocatingly quiet at midnight. The harsh fluorescent lights dimmed to a sickly, pale yellow, and the distant footsteps of the orderly patrols faded into a predictable, thirty-minute rhythm.

I lay perfectly still in the darkness, the data pad, the memory crystal, and the vial of t

The heavy deadbolt on my asylum door echoed with a metallic *clack* that cut through the sterile silence of the afternoon.

I didn't flinch. I sat perfectly still in the standard-issue wheelchair Dr. Aris had provided, my hands folded neatly in my lap. Beneath my calm exterior, the newly awakened s

The journey back to the high-security wing of the pack infirmary was a blur of frantic motion. The orderly sprinted down the dimly lit corridors, his breathing ragged, clearly terrified by the unhinged display of Alpha command he had just witnessed.

When my wheelchair finally crossed the threshold