The emergency call came through at 2:13 AM.
Not a howl. Not a flare.
A message pinged directly to my comm from Nightclaw’s encrypted server. I wasn’t even sure how Luca had gotten direct access to my comm, but I knew him and his ways, so it didn’t quite surprise me.
:: Breach. Coordinates attached. Multiple casualties. ::
I was already halfway out of bed when Quinn stormed in, still pulling a shirt over his head. “It’s Nightclaw,” he said grimly, holding his phone up as well. “The Forgotten hit them, again.”
I froze. “Luca?”
“No word yet.”
Rome appeared behind him, his jaw was tight. “Let’s go.”
I didn’t have to ask where. The mark at the base of my neck had already begun to burn.
It wasn’t a warning this time.
It was a summons and I could tell where it was telling me to go.
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