Eve
They were coming.
I could hear the thunder of boots behind me—fast, relentless, trained.
Gamma units.
> "They're deploying tactical," Rhea warned, sharp and cold. "They'll shoot to injure. Or worse."
No shit.
I turned a hard corner, paws skidding against polished marble. Blood trailed behind me—thick, hot, mine. My shoulder screamed with every movement. My side was on fire. But adrenaline had taken the wheel. Not logic. Not pain.
Just survival.
The next hall exploded in gunfire.
Crack—crack—crack.
I dove behind a pillar, bark and plaster shattering around me as bullets ripped the air. Some of them weren't using rounds—they were using shock darts, designed to paralyze Lycans mid-shift.
One grazed my leg and it went numb for a breath before I shook it off.
> "Left!" Rhea shouted. "They're trying to flank—go, now!"
