THORNE
There was nothing behind it.
Just another mirror reflection—another illusion.
I shifted back to human, breathing hard, glass crunching under my boots. Blood dripped from a dozen small cuts where the shards had sliced through fur and skin.
"Leave," I ordered the Gamma beside me, my eyes scanning the endless reflections for any sign of movement.
"Alpha, I can't—"
"That's an order," I cut him off, my voice hard as iron. "Get out of here. Find the others. Get them out if you can."
The Gamma hesitated, torn between obedience and loyalty, before finally nodding and backing toward the door we'd entered through.
His footsteps faded, leaving me alone in the hall of mirrors with a ghost I'd tried to kill a decade ago.
For a long moment, there was only silence before movement flickered in my peripheral vision.
I spun, but it was just my own reflection, distorted and multiplied into infinity.
