Gathering the Wolves

The safehouse was alive with movement — shadows shifting, screens flickering, and the low murmur of urgent voices. Aeris and Kael stood at the center, eyes sharp, minds racing.

Maps, blueprints, and data streams were scattered across the table, illuminated by the cool glow of holo-projectors spinning like stars in the dim room.

"We need every edge we can get," Aeris said, tapping a finger on a digital map pinpointing key city sectors. "Project ECHO isn't just code — it's a ghost in the system, and it's hunting us."

Kael's gaze swept the faces around them — Lira sharpening her knives with a steely grin, Jax running diagnostics on their gear, and Sylas tuning the comms, fingers flying over his keyboard.

"Time to call in some favors," Kael muttered. "Old allies, new moves."

Aeris met his eyes, the unspoken bond between them tighter than ever. "No mistakes this time."

Outside, rain began to fall again, tapping a relentless rhythm against the windows — the city's pulse accelerating with the threat looming on the horizon.

The wolves were gathering.

And the hunt was about to begin.