The Centenary Pack. One hour earlier.
"Alpha, their condition is getting worse."
Damon's voice carried urgency, but Ravyn barely reacted, his expression tightening just a little as he shot him a look that carried more irritation than anger.
"I told you already," he said, his tone low but firm, "just call me by my first name."
There was no real bite in it, but the distance between had been closed up the moment Damon invested more in his company. Right now, The Walkers Global Enterprise was what it was because of Damon.
Ravyn's focus pivoted almost immediately, his mind snapping back to the problem pressing down on them from every direction, suffocating and relentless.
He had seen something like this before, and that memory alone made his chest tighten in a way he couldn't ignore.
"This has happened before," he said slowly, his brows drawing together as he thought it through, piecing together fragments of memory and instinct. "But last time… the effect hit Sera the hardest."
