Xavier POV
The hum of the generator sputtered, coughed, and then went silent—again. I slammed my fist on the nearest console, cursing under my breath. Sweat dripped down my temple as I glanced at Kurtis, who was fiddling with yet another set of cables. His face was grim, his movements careful but laced with frustration.
"This is the third time we've rewired this damn thing," I muttered. "What's the point of having advanced systems if they can't even handle a power surge?"
Kurtis didn't look up from his work. "You're asking the wrong person, Alpha. I'm just here for moral support and manual labour."
I snorted, running a hand through my hair. The power issue had started of nowhere two days ago, and no matter what we tried, the supply kept failing intermittently. It was affecting everything—security, communications, and, most frustratingly, my temper.