Cain.
The word emergency was still hanging in the air when I was already moving. It had barely settled into the room, still vibrating against the stone walls, when my body responded without hesitation. Instinct had already taken the reins. There was no thought. Only motion.
Caleb shoved past the guard first, shoulders forward, eyes sharp, every step a calculated shove through the cluttered corridor. He moved with the urgency of a predator sensing a threat, his jaw tight, his presence radiating command.
Cyril followed immediately behind him, his stride measured yet relentless, eyes scanning the hallways, taking in every detail with the precision of a strategist.
I followed, not far behind, my pulse quickening, not with fear, but with the raw, unerring instinct that comes when somethin
