The siren wailed through the cold night air, louder than the tense silence that had gripped the alley. Lana's pulse quickened, and she instinctively glanced over her shoulder toward the oncoming sound. Matilda was here. And with her came a new layer of chaos. Lana had expected the confrontation to be difficult, but Matilda’s appearance changed everything. She was a wild card in this game, and Lana had no idea whether her arrival would shift the balance in their favor—or destroy everything they had worked for.
Dean's eyes flicked to the sound, his jaw tightening. The subtle panic that had flickered in his eyes deepened, and he stood frozen for a moment, weighing his options. But Lana could see it in his posture—the hesitation, the awareness that this might be the final blow to his empire.
