Not A Small-Town Girl

The recent viral outbreak along the border had been traced back to a lab, one operating under the Wulf Clan’s jurisdiction. Its exact location remained elusive due to their tight control and secrecy.

Nathan’s face was grim. "Our scouts found the lab, but the IV2 virus is spreading fast. Many of our people are infected and quarantined. The Fortress doctors are helpless without the antidote."

David held his cigarette between his fingers, the smoke curling up to obscure his expression. Behind the haze, a strikingly handsome face emerged, though his brows were furrowed with a fierce intensity, like a predator on the hunt.

"Let the doctors slow the infection as much as possible."

"Shadow’s here too. It’s been a long time since she’s been around. I bet she’s here because of all the chaos. Their plane was attacked as it crossed the border. It was the Wulf Clan." Nathan analyzed Shadow’s reason for coming.

"There’s an underground fight in two days at the border. We’ll attack the Wulf Clan the same day and catch up with Shadow." David’s eyes were as cold as ancient ice.

Danielle walked toward the isolation area. Guards at the door snapped to attention. "Miss Darling," one said, bowing slightly.

Her sharp eyes swept over them, noting their protective gear. "How many are infected?" she asked coolly.

"Five yesterday. Four more today. Over twenty total," the guard replied nervously. Seeing her heading for the isolation ward, another guard stepped forward. "Miss Darling, please reconsider. The infected are in terrible shape. Their skin’s deteriorating, and this virus spreads like wildfire."

Danielle’s tone was steady. "Have they taken the Miracle Antidote?"

Aiden nodded. "Yes, but it only slows the symptoms. It’s not a cure." She nodded once and moved toward the doors.

Another guard tried to stop her. "Miss Darling, the IV2 virus is vicious. One mistake and you could get infected too."

Her eyes turned cold. "I’ll be fine. Stay here. I’m going in alone." Without waiting for a response, she pushed the door open.

Aiden, Denny, and Taylor looked at each other, uneasy. "Miss Darling, let us go in with you," Taylor said, stepping forward.

Danielle turned back, her gaze sharp and unyielding. "Stay outside. I can handle this."

Years of working with pharmaceuticals had made her immune to most toxins. What might harm others wouldn’t affect her.

Reluctantly, they backed down. "We’ll wait here. Please wear protective gear and be careful," Aiden urged.

Danielle nodded, pulling on a protective suit before