Chapter 6

"Come on," Tristan says gently, "Let me show you what we've built."

The words hang in the air between us, loaded with meaning I'm not sure I'm ready to unpack. But I follow him anyway, my feet moving almost of their own accord as we step deeper into the garage.

As we walk through the garage, I'm overwhelmed by the scale of it. Twenty bays stretch out before us, each one equipped with the latest technology.

The familiar scent of motor oil and metal shavings floods my nostrils, but it's different now.... cleaner, more sophisticated.

Wolves in navy coveralls move with practiced efficiency, their movements coordinated like dancers...