Chapter 147

In the spacious, minimalist white corridor, a cleaning robot wobbled its way through the wolf pack, tidying up saliva and loose fur from the floor.

Lucy and Sasha stood at the elevator, silently watching the numbers tick upward on the display—both of them looking stiff and a little awkward.

From the beasts’ throats came a rolling, guttural grrrr—angry, threatening—echoing down the hall.