CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN

LANDON:

The next day brought a sense of anticipation as Dr. Grant arrived in Shanghai to investigate the jet. My hopes soared, but they soon collided with the harsh reality of our situation. Once again, he discovered traces of mountain ash, wolfsbane mixed with silver, and pixel dust—elements meticulously woven into the fabric of the attack that had befallen all the shifters on the jet.

Questions echoed in my mind. Who could have devoted so much time and effort to execute such a plan with intricate details and precision? Cross, searched meticulously for any possible solutions, but the bleak truth emerged—there seemed to be none.

The gravity of the situation sank in. It wasn't just about exposing me; someone had orchestrated this to unveil every shifter on that jet. The calculated nature of the attack indicated that they were well aware I wasn't the sole target. An unsettling realization that sent shivers down my spine and angered me to the point that anger blinded me.

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