Anya immediately turned her focus from the Hybrid code to Kaelan's neurological injury. She spent the next few hours using her secure internal link to find resources.
"You need human intervention," Anya announced, pulling up a schematic of a specialized neuro-stabilizing glove. "The Lycan healing factor masks the damage, but it doesn't repair it. I can build a temporary prototype using my tech assets, but you need to release my access codes."
Kaelan watched her, skepticism warring with a potent desire to eliminate the irritating tremor. "You want me to give you access to your old network? That is a massive security risk, Mate."
"The risk is minimal if you use the Command to monitor my actions," Anya countered, meeting his gaze. "But your control is limited. You trust my mind, Alpha. Now trust me to fix your body."
Kaelan wrestled with the decision. Giving her access to the external network was a monumental surrender of control. But the sight of his own trembling hand was a constant reminder of his human-like imperfection.
Finally, he gave a curt nod. "Fine. Alpha Command: You will only access the network for the purpose of designing the neuro-stabilizer and will not communicate with any external party."
Anya felt the command settle—a powerful, focused restriction that felt less oppressive than his general commands. It was a trade: a small piece of freedom for a massive surge of responsibility.
"The prototype requires two things," Anya said, already typing. "One: a physical impression of your hand for the brace molding. Two: a constant, low-level flow of stable emotional energy during the build phase. Your distress interferes."
"And where will I get this stable energy?" Kaelan asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
Anya smirked, a sliver of triumphant defiance in her eyes. "You will get it from the only source that makes the Mate Bond happy, Alpha. You will get it from me."