The facility's sirens came first—long, wailing shrieks that tore through the sterile white silence. Then came the tremors.

The air itself shuddered. Lights flickered. And the scent of smoke began to creep through the metal vents.

“Intruders!” someone shouted. “They’ve breached the east wing!”

My eyes snapped open as chaos rippled through the ASA facility. Doctors scattered. Agents grabbed their weapons. Through the haze of pain and wolfsbane still burning through my veins, I ...