CURSED LYCAN
Two years after Helena's capture, the world had changed.
The evidence from David Chen's flash drive had exposed everything. Corporate backers. Government officials. Underground facilities across three continents. The fallout was massive. Trials were still ongoing.
Lycans and humans were talking. Actually talking. Not fighting. The council had opened diplomatic channels. Created sanctuaries where packs could live without fear.
Progress. Real progress.
Sera should've been happy about it.
Instead, she was standing in her kitchen at three in the morning, staring at a photo that had appeared on her doorstep in an unmarked envelope.
The photo showed Emma. At school. Taken yesterday. From a distance but clear enough.
And written on the back in precise handwriting:
She's grown. Beautiful. Just like her mother. We should talk. - H
Helena.
Sera's hands shook. The photo crumpled in her grip.
