Chapter 270 Lisa: Bracelet

LISA

I blink rapidly, my mind struggling to process what's happening.

The glint of the bracelet the Grand Sage slapped onto my wrist catches my eye. Could it be some kind of cloaking device? He does love his magitech. It would make sense that it has multiple uses.

Ryder steps forward, his brow furrowed as he looks at all of us.

He can see me, but it's like he doesn't really notice me.

Worry is etched into every line of his face. "Dr. Blackwell," he says, sounding relieved. "We're having problems with our phones."

"Yes, so I was informed." The Grand Sage looks at all the wolves with interest. "Shall we go inside? I'm going to need everyone's devices in order to check on the situation."

"Of course." Ryder snaps his fingers at the other wolves, who follow behind us without a word. Everyone seems on edge, shoulders tense and eyes wary.

As we step into the farmhouse, the sight before me steals my breath. Injured shifters lie scattered across the floor, their bodies arranged on blankets in a makeshift triage. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood, leaving me nauseated.

Two women I don't recognize flit between the injured, their hands steady as they tend to wounds. Their faces are grim, etched with determination and exhaustion. I'm rooted to the spot, overwhelmed by the sheer scale of suffering before me.

shock. "I apologize for the mess, Dr. Blackwell. We're still setting

voice speaks volumes. This wasn't a planned

remind myself—waves off the apology. "No

but his eyes narrow slightly. "Speaking of which, how did you get here? Our communications have been down, and we've had scouts watching

Sage merely clears his throat, a small smile

he leads us to a battered kitchen table, pulling out his phone. "Well, whatever your methods, we're glad you're here. This

taller girl with striking green eyes, immediately reaches into her pocket and places her phone on the table. Mia, however, hesitates. Her red hair seems to bristle

voice sharp with fear and frustration. "We don't even know this guy, and now

growls, his voice low and

find myself shrinking back instinctively. Mia's shoulders slump in defeat, and she reluctantly places her phone on

the devices, his movements calm and assured. "You three will be fine for now," he says, his voice soothing. "I'll look into the problem and see what I can

for a brief moment. There's a glimmer of something there—reassurance, perhaps, or maybe a warning. I can't quite tell, and it does nothing to

They're injured, cut off from communication, and now relying on the

who isn't who

really hope shit doesn't hit

Sage examines the phones, I drift toward one woman tending to the injured. She looks up as I approach, her

help?" I ask, my voice barely

a young man with

my

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