(GRIFFIN)
Gentherapeutics is on the top floors of a gleaming, glass tower in downtown Seattle. Everything about it speaks to cutting-edge innovation and a refined taste, from the minimalist lobby to the security guards who appear to have been genetically engineered for intimidation.
The private jet landed at dawn, and I've spent the hours since then reviewing everything Erik could tell me about the company. Specializing in rare genetic disorders and gene-targeted therapies, their work aligns closely with Maya's prior fields of research.
She wanted to disappear. If she has rebuilt her life here, do I have the right to disrupt it? Even for the sake of the kingdom?
Losing the connection to one's wolf is a slow, painful death. The only reason I survived back in that cell was that I am of royal blood; my strength is greater than that of other shifters.
Aria is dying. After her, others will follow. The disease is spreading, and we're running out of options.
