Maya's POV

Something was wrong.

I couldn't put my finger on it, but my instincts, sharpened by months of survival and enhanced by the serum, were screaming at me. I stood on the training platform, watching my army go through their morning drills, and felt it like ice down my spine. Someone here didn't belong.

"You're paranoid," my mother said, coming up beside me with two cups of coffee. "It's been two weeks since the supply depot raid. No retaliation, no tracking parties. Maybe they're ...