The safehouse was tense, thick with panic and fury.
It had been this way since Axil ran into the room with news of Elara's capture.
The muffled voices, hurried footsteps, and the occasional metallic click of weapons being readied echoed through the dimly lit rooms.
Elara’s kidnapping was a blow no one had expected to land so hard or fast, and it rattled each of them differently.
Axi paced the small common area, his mind racing, fingers tapping furiously on his device. Searching and obsessively rewatching the footage.
The lieutenants seated at the table argued quietly, their voices low but urgent.
Cain sat silent, his jaw clenched tight, the mask of control barely concealing the storm beneath.
Brittney felt she was the only one calm enough to suggest a plan.
“We need Shane,” she
