The air felt different.
Blackmoon Road had always carried a pulse — a hum of danger, but tonight it throbbed. The wind electric.
His heart was already cracked open, raw and bleeding. He tried to strum his guitar but every note was dull.
Angel’s absence hurt more than the demon’s shadow ever could.
He could feel the pull of his Beta through the bond, an urgent, clawing need for contact, but he had shut them all out. The noise. The fear. The grief.
Until now.
Tones’ mind slammed through the barrier like a fist.
Lucian! You there? Godsdammit, open up!
Lucian sighed, the breath misting in the cold night. What’s up, Tones?
Shit’s hit the fan, boss. Borderlands are on fire. There’s— there’s a demon beast, I don’t even know what to call it. It tore through Alphas like they’re paper dolls
