CURSED LYCAN
The recruitment call went out at midnight.
Encrypted. Secure. Broadcast across hunter networks, lycan territories, and independent operatives. The message was simple:
The Vigil is assembling. Death is under attack. If you believe the natural order matters, if you've lost someone to corruption or resurrection experiments, if you want to fight—meet us. Coordinates attached. Come armed. Come ready. Come now.
"Think anyone will show?" Daniel asked. His wounds from the Berlin facility were almost healed. Lycan metabolism doing its work.
"They'll show," Sera said. She sat at a workstation, analyzing Dr. Elise's data. Four months of death and resurrection hadn't dulled her instincts. If anything, she was sharper. Harder. "The Eternity Project has been operating in shadows for years. They've created victims. Those victims have families. Friends. People who want justice."
"Or revenge," Marcus added. "And revenge makes people reckless."
