Chapter 13 - The Crimson Rebirth
Deep within the subterranean labyrinth of Crimson Moon, Alpha Victor Thornclaw stood before the shattered remnants of Lab Four. The glass was gone, the electrical grids were burnt to a crisp, and the air still hummed with a residual, chilling energy that made his skin crawl.
Silas Greythorne walked quietly into the ruined room, holding a encrypted data drive.
"The security logs from the night of her awakening have been completely wiped by an external protocol we can't trace," Silas reported evenly.
Victor didn't turn around. He stared at the scorch marks on the floor where Vera had stood. "She didn't just escape, Silas. She showed us what we really are. We spent decades collecting broken wolves, thinking we were studying the anomalies of nature." Victor let out a dry, humorless laugh. "We weren't studying anomalies. We were looking at the gods who came before us."
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"Does this mean we abandon our operations?" Silas asked.
Victor turned slowly, a sharp, dangerous gleam returning to his eyes. "Abandon? Never. If Vera Ashwood can unlock that kind of power without a wolf, imagine what happens when the rest of the world realizes the old bloodlines are obsolete. We don't fight her, Silas. We watch. And when the other packs inevitably try to overthrow her, we pick up the pieces of whatever kingdom she leaves behind."
