Having finally gotten some rest, we are woken up by the sound of the alarm. This time however, as Donatello opens the door, we all shift into ours wolves and head into the c*****e that falls before us. The exhaustion finally pulling us into a momentary peace. But the tranquility shattered when the shrill blare of the alarm sliced through the air, an unmistakable sound of impending danger.
Donatello’s eyes snapped open first, his instincts as sharp as always. Without a word, he surged from the bed, flinging the door open to reveal the chaos outside. Screams. The clashing of metal. The earth shook beneath our feet as if the very ground knew what was coming. The air was thick with blood, the scent of death already staining the horizon.
‘We need to move,’ Donatello growled, his voice low and
