Jake’s POV
The sky had turned to ash.
Screams drowned out the music of fists hitting flesh. Smoke rolled over the warehouse yard as if hell had cracked open beneath their feet. This wasn’t the clean brawl we’d agreed to. This was a goddamn ambush.
I ducked behind a burnt-out truck as another bullet shattered the mirror above me. Sparks flew. The Hollow Serpents were everywhere, armed like they came for war, not sport. Their betrayal wasn’t just dishonorable—it was tactical. They waited until both sides were bloody, tired, and distracted.
“Keon! Neon!” I yelled over the noise.
“We’re good!” Keon shouted from behind a stack of crates. His face was scratched, clothes torn, but he still had his knife. Neon crouched beside him, panting.
“What the hell is going on?” Ryan screamed, dragging
