Klaus’s POV
The deeper we went into Riverdale territory, the heavier the air became. It wasn’t just the damp chill of the forest or the way the mist curled low around our paws—it was the feeling of being watched, of walking willingly into a place that didn’t want us alive.
By the time we crossed the second ridge, we saw it.
Through the trees, half-hidden by overgrown vines and rusting fences, stood what used to be an abandoned industrial facility. Only it wasn’t abandoned anymore.
Floodlights swept in slow arcs across the yard. Armed guards patrolled in pairs, their boots crunching over gravel. Beyond them, nestled in the far corner, was a small but functional airstrip, the hum of a generator barely audible over the wind. A single aircraft—sleek, black, and far too modern—sat ready.
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