NEVA POV
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Mitch's comm went off at 5 a.m., the specific harsh tone he reserved only for genuine emergencies, and I was awake before Ryke had fully processed the sound, my wolf already sharp with dread.
"Two of the Marlowe adults escaped custody overnight," Mitch said the moment we reached the back room, his hands moving fast across the console, no preamble, no softening. "The council's holding facility had a security gap. They're gone."
"Which two," Ryke said, already dressing, already moving toward the weapons cabinet Silo kept stocked for exactly this kind of moment.
"The two who never expressed any willingness to reconsider their beliefs," Mitch said. "The most committed of the twelve."
My stomach dropped.
"Do we know where they're headed," I said.
"Not confirmed," Mitch said
