Project Fenris

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Project Fenris
Not everyone walks away clean after a deal goes bad - Sloane Thorne makes sure of that. She isn’t simply good at vanishing businesses; she wipes every trace like smoke in wind. Known across the skyline as the one who fixes what can’t be fixed - sharp, unreachable, always ahead. Yet behind those crisp jackets and silent conference rooms, something shifts uneasily. A delayed fault in her genes sparks awake - an ancient wolf presence split inside her skull. It gnaws at thought, fractures memory, blurs sight into red haze. One month stands between now and collapse - thirty breaths from total unraveling. After that? Just instinct, hunger, and expensive shoes without a soul to fill them.
Elias Vane walks in. Not long ago, he ruled the shadows - until the Council took it all away with a drug that hollowed out his mind. Now he stands there, sharp but still, like frost on glass. Sloane didn’t picture someone like him. Still, when she looks into his gaze, something flickers - not just threat - but the same wild heat she fights inside herself.
Mid-meeting chaos erupts, yanking them out of sleek offices and dumping them into backstreet darkness. She requires the stabilizer compound - he alone controls access. He demands the coded intelligence stored inside her thoughts, proof capable of unraveling Project Fenris, the operation behind her father’s killing. Forced together yet wired to oppose, reliance feels like surrender neither will admit. Trust? A luxury with too high a price.
The Players
Silence clings to Sloane Thorne like silk that cuts. That beast beneath her skin - she’s been dodging it since childhood. When the system stutters, when reality flickers, survival demands a price. Losing what matters most might be the only way out. The wolf doesn’t beg. It waits.
Once a ruler, now shadowed by old mistakes. Power gone, memories sharp, anger held tight beneath quiet skin. Could he stand beside her when danger comes...or does he see only pieces moving toward an ending few survive?
Helix Dominion answers to Isolde Kade. Not people. Not packs. Just pieces on a board. Fenris took shape under her hands. Sloane now stands in the wrong light. One mistake, one breath too loud - that ends it. Blood means nothing when balance shifts. Out of sight becomes out of mind, fast.
A single pulse counts the seconds now. Each look feels like danger waiting. Without the serum, time slips fast as shadows press near. The streets turn sharp, full of traps. Can Sloane uncover what fixes her before the beast inside takes over - or will the one shielding her hide worse threats? Survival asks too much. Trust wavers when every choice cuts deeper.
A thin line splits hunter from hunted inside Project Fenris. Trust gets you killed here. The city breathes lies, so change creeps in without warning - some vanish while others shift shape under the surface.

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