Several tense hours later.

The door to the med-bay slid open and Shannon entered, her face grim. She held a single, glowing vial in her hand, it was the second antidote. It looked smaller than the first.

“I’ve done all I can,” she said, her voice heavy. “The substitutions will make it less potent. It might stabilize him, but it won’t be the cure we hoped for. Not without the full formula.”

Before I could respond, another Guardian, an older man with a severe expression, appeared behind her. “Shannon. The Council is demanding an explanation. Mobilizing forces for a single pack’s internal conflict… they are calling it a breach of...