But as I look out over the Academy, a faint, lingering unease settles in my chest. Not fear. Just the profound, heavy reality of what comes next.
The war is over. But the world is changed.
Before I can dwell on it, the heavy oak doors of the grand hall slide open. Dr. Hayes steps in, holding a ruggedized datapad. He looks nervous, his tailored charcoal suit slightly rumpled.
"Luna Isla," Hayes says, his voice tight. "I apologize for the interruption. But we have a situation in the hyper-accelerated greenhouse. You need to see this."
I look at Kade. Through the mate bond, I feel his sharp, sudden spike of tactical alarm.
What kind of situation? I project, my mental voice fierce, unyielding.
It’s not a threat, Hayes says, reading my expression. It’s... an adaptation.
I nod, pulling aw
