Miles away, on the ridge overlooking the chaotic mine entrance, Damian had concluded his preparations.
A group of grim-faced figures materialized from behind the thick shade of trees and shrubs. Joshua and his men had arrived. Joshua, a high-ranking vampire, looked impossibly bored, followed by two imposing figures carrying specialized, heavy-duty equipment.
“The toys you asked for,” Joshua drawled, inspecting a speck of dust on his expensive sleeve. “My crew is built for stealth, not a frontal wolf suicide pact. You need a quiet entrance.”
“Don’t worry, Blackwood has taken care of the ‘suicide pact’ part,” Damian retorted, already moving toward the two figures who carried a specialized thermal lance and several packs of silent, shaped charges. “I need a distraction that pulls their
