The Global Biological Defense Command headquarters in Geneva is a masterpiece of architectural synthesis.
It rises forty stories above the shores of Lake Geneva, a sleek monolith of reinforced glass, polished steel, and dark, sustainably harvested blackthorn wood. It is the physical embodiment of the new world order: human engineering bolstered by wolf resilience, a towering testament to the fragile alliance between the UN and the Blackthorn Pack.
I stand on the observation deck of the forty-first floor, my hands resting on the cold steel railing. The wind off the lake is biting, carrying the crisp, clean scent of alpine snow and the faint, metallic tang of ozone from the building’s atmospheric scrubbers. My hands are heavily bandaged, the nerve damage from the Mariana Trench frostbite s
