The wolf's howl faded into the night, leaving behind an almost startling silence. Mishka's throat felt raw, but the melody still hummed through her bones like a remembered dream.
"We need to move quickly," Myrtle said, the ancient sword still thrumming faintly in her hands. "Elena may have withdrawn, but she was right about one thing—the network is active now. All of it."
Shaun was already on his phone. "Bruce, what's the situation in Tokyo?"
"Chaos," Bruce's voice crackled through the speaker. "The venue's security systems are going haywire. The prototype's resonance triggered something in the building's foundation. We've got readings unlike anything we've seen before."
Mishka pulled out her mother's recording, studying the small device with new eyes. "How did she know?" she whispered. "All these years of preparation..."