Alex woke with a scream.
The dream had been vivid. Too vivid. He was standing on a battlefield, surrounded by the bodies of his friends. Elena. Jaxon. Sebastian. Nathan. All dead. All killed by his own hand.
He sat up, his heart pounding. The darkness was surging. The hunger was calling.
But he pushed it back. Stayed in control.
He was still in control.
He showered and dressed and walked to the command center. The team was already there, staring at the tactical display.
"We have a problem," Sebastian said. "The Void's forces are regrouping. They're attacking cities across the globe."
Alex felt a chill run down his spine. "How many casualties?"
"Thousands. Maybe more. They're moving fast."
"We need to stop them." Alex turned to the display. "Where's the main force?"
Marcus pulled
