[Location: Empire State Building, New York]
As if on cue, the alpha groaned weakly.
Valeria winked. "See? Totally fine."
The alpha wheezed, his legs twitching like a dying cockroach pinned to a wall.
The remaining werewolves stared at Valeria.
Then at the crater.
Then back at Valeria.
Every single one of them collectively came to the same conclusion:
They had severely miscalculated.
Ezravia lifted a finger.
A single, elegant gesture.
A violet barrier snapped into existence around them—thin, transparent, and nearly invisible unless one knew where to look. Soundproofing, mana suppression, camera distortion, and visual blur. A multi-layered concealment dome.
"Damage control," she said calmly. "You already caused a spectacle."
Valeria scoffed. "Ezra, please. New York sees stranger things than this every day. A pink explosion is nothing compared to whatever Wall Street does."
"That is not comforting," Ezravia muttered.
