The city slept above them — unaware, unbothered, beautiful in its deceit.
But beneath its shining towers, the earth pulsed with another kind of life.
The tunnels were alive.
Old Nexum supply lines ran deep under the East Docks, forgotten by most, but not by Kellen. He walked at the front of the column now, his console a faint blue glow in the dark, his voice barely above a whisper. “Grid’s half-dead. Motion sensors offline. They never thought anyone would come down here again.”
Aria’s voice came from behind him, low and steady. “Good. Let’s keep it that way.”
Their boots sank into damp earth as they moved — Dominic close on her left, Aries on the right, Vincent bringing up the rear. Behind them, two dozen wolves crept through the dark in silence, their eyes faintly reflecting the ligh
