Chapter 7: The Siphon Acceleration

I met Dr. Mara Delgado in the abandoned storage bunker three miles south of the main compound. The air inside the concrete bunker was cold and smelled of ozone, chemical preservatives, and damp earth.

Mara had her heavy forensic equipment spread across two foldin

Chapter 8: Paper Traps

The copper taste in my mouth was heavier now, a dark metallic stain that no amount of cold water could wash clean.

Mara leaned over the stainless-steel table in the Luna House basement, her heavy brass field microscope adjusted to its highest magnification. A small glass sli

Chapter 9: The Third Token

The rain began at midnight, slicking the stone walkways of the pack compound in dark, reflective sheets.

Despite the two pack guards stationed at the front gate of Luna House, leaving was trivial. I had drawn the architectural blueprints for the estate six years ago when