LYRA'S POV
(DAY TWENTY-NINE)
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow the restrictions took full effect and I'd be silenced. Tomorrow intervention protocols would lock marked wolves at their current stages unless they'd received individual exemptions. Tomorrow the cage closed permanently and thirty days of desperate teaching and documentation ended with the Council determining whether any of it had mattered.
I existed in eight locations simultaneously, consciousness stretched so thin I could barely maintain coherence in any single state. Training grounds where I was teaching final defensive techniques to students who might never get to use them. Archives where I was documenting integration methods in written form for preservation after I couldn't teach directly. My quarters where my physical body sat motionless while Maya held my hand and kept me anchored to present reality through sheer force of will.
