CURSED LYCAN
One year after Helena's death, the world looked different.
The council had implemented new laws. Protections for lycans. Regulations on genetic research. Background checks on anyone purchasing equipment that could be used for experimentation.
It wasn't perfect. But it was progress.
Sera stood in the kitchen of their new house—bigger than the old one, with a yard where Emma could practice combat training—and stared at the letter in her hands.
Official council letterhead. Sealed with wax.
Kael appeared behind her. She felt him through the bond before his arms wrapped around her waist.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Job offer. From the council." Sera turned the letter over. "They want us to lead a new task force. Hunting down remaining corruption facilities. Stopping black market lycan experimentation."
"Us. Together."
"That's what it says." She leaned back against him. "What do you think?"
