"Now, we burn it all down."
Levi's gaze locked onto James, the air between them thick enough to choke on. "You want to torch everything?" His voice was gravel and gunpowder. "Everyone?"
James didn't blink. Didn't flinch. The silence wasn't just an answer, it was a vow.
The door crashed shut behind them with a sound like a guillotine. The walls trembled. Somewhere in the shadows, glass rattled in its panes.
The bunker door groaned shut behind them, sealing out the world with a final, echoing *thud*. The scent of damp earth, iron, and wolf musk clung to the air, thick, suffocating, alive.
James braced his bloodied hands against the rusted metal table, his claws unsheathing with a soft snick as they dug into the surface. His breath came in ragged bursts; each exhales a growl
