Sophie stood in front of the bloody symbols smeared across the containment wall, her eyes moving over each line with a clinical precision that made my stomach twist harder. The overhead lights flickered as if reacting to the tension bleeding through the air.
She reached out with the back of her hand, careful not to smear the markings, and whispered, “These are part of a reactivation sequence.”
A chill rippled through me. “A what.”
Sophie exhaled slowly. “A sequence used to restart dormant network threads. Specifically those connected to the Program’s psychic grid.”
Jack snarled, the sound violent enough that two warriors flinched. “He is using the awakened wolves to pull her out.”
My throat tightened. “It is more than that. This sequence…” I pointed at the central mark, the broken cir
