18:43 PM.
The following evening.
Jayden woke to the golden light of early evening filtering through his window. His body ached less than it had—the Lycan healing factor had worked through the day, mending bruises and knitting torn muscle tissue. He sat up slowly, rolling his shoulders, testing his range of motion.
Functional. Good enough.
He checked his holo-tab. There several several messages from Fred:
[I heard some new kid took down Tombstone at an underground fight last night. Please tell me that wasn't you doing something stupid again]
[Hey! Big T tells me you have the location where Cassandra might be. Why didn't you tell me?!]
[I know i dragged you into this... I shouldn't have. And I'm sorry. But Jayden, this thing you're about to do is extremely dangerous]
