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Gunnar, Viken Transport Room

The technician had a better angle than I, and he paled, swaying on his feet. “My Queen?”

She sat slowly, a baby in her lap, both with dark red hair. The Queen turned to face me, confusion written on her face. “Where am I? Gunnar? Erik? What is going on?”

“Wolf!” Baby Allayna lifted her arms when she saw one of her favorite playmates, Rolf