Talon
The air was thick with tension when I walked into the chapel. The kind that always preceded a talk on something heavy. I nodded at a few of the guys and took my seat next to Jake.
“Alright,” he said, quieting the chatter. “Most of you know already, but here’s how it is. Reapers hit our warehouse on the west side of town. Burned it to the ground. Everyone made it out, but we lost a lot of product.”
The room was silent. I leaned forward, my elbows on the table, and looked around at the faces of my brothers. Some were pissed, others calculating, but all of them were ready for what came next.
“They want war,” Jake continued. “And we’re gonna give it to ‘em. But not on their terms. We’re not gonna play their game.”
A murmur of agreement rippled through the room. I leaned back in my c
