Nefretiri
'Nefera?' I heard Ivan in my head, and my concentration on the recording I watched slipped from my fingers. The last thing I saw was Fletcher towering over the still-sleeping Alpha. A look of pure determination in his eyes. 'Nefera! Answer me!'
The room changed from what it had been in the memory to what it truly was, and I felt more solid again. The pen was still in my hand, and I stared at it. Now fully aware of why it held the energy it did. This had been the weapon that killed Fletcher's father. He'd committed patricide in the name of my daughter, causing its own effect that he couldn't have imagined would come to bite him in the ass.
