"Can the biological firewall stop it?" I ask, my physical voice tight.
"The firewall at the Academy is holding," Morgan replies. "But the global nodes are vulnerable. The virus is mutating, adapting to the biological firewall. It's creating a digital-biological hybrid. If it breaches the telluric grid, it won't just attack the pack. It will attack the Earth's magnetic field."
Before I can respond, Asher and Elara step into the medical bay. Asher looks exhausted, dark circles bruised beneath his eyes, but his mismatched eyes are bright, entirely focused. Elara is holding her sketchbook, her charcoal pencil flying across the paper.
It’s not just a virus, Asher projects, his mental voice tight with a quiet, terrifying clarity. It’s a parasite. The digital code is feeding on the biological
