Richardson's POV
"Sir, incoming transmission from the bunker."
Martinez hands me the radio headset, his face tight with concern. Kira's voice crackles through the static, talking to Mills about their location, but then I hear something else that makes my blood freeze.
Three knocks. A pause. Three more knocks.
"What the hell was that?" I grab the radio. "Kira? Kira, respond!"
Static. Then her voice, barely a whisper.
"Someone's outside our door. They're knocking."
My wolf snarls under my skin. Nobody should be down there except my daughter and the other survivors.
"Martinez, get me those coordinates Derek transmitted. Now."
He's already pulling them up on his tablet. "Forty-seven degrees, twelve minutes north by one hundred twenty-one degrees, thirty-eight minutes west. Sub-level c
