What is the pack’s goal? How does technology intertwine? What other magic exists in the world?

—— Part of a larger work —-

Maeve lay in bed cursing her luck; shit had been going sideways for a while now and the last thing she wanted was to cost both bodies the opportunity for any sleep and any productivity. That damn light was just too much; constantly flickering and blaring. If she had the funds, she’d buy those swanky dark curtains but with her mother’s departure and no other walkers in the pack; it was impossible to spend on a personal need so frivolously. Especially when the point of her bed’s location was to get fresh air while she slept, and feel as if she ran with her wolf body and the pack even in sleep.

Grumbling and muttering profanities at her mother, the gods, whoever would listen she heaved herself out of bed and pondered rearranging the room; if all solutions took wind away she might as well pick the cheapest one. With the bed currently against the window, the opposite wall occupied by a fireplace with her wolf’s body in front of it, and the door in the middle, the remaining wall would have to be her goal. She started shoving her desk towards the fireplace to make room and knocked a box to the floor. “Rat bastards,” Maeve gathered the small objects, chuckling at the picture rom when her mom and she beat the record at an escape room. Glancing at their smiling faces frozen in time, the glow from the flickering light illuminated the printed gloss at a notably regular pattern. Gasping, Maeve threw the window shade fully open and began tapping her finger on the sill to the beat of the light turning on and off. Holy shit - it was morse code.