The silence of the forest didn't just break; it was butchered.
One moment, we were idling between two fallen oak trees, trapped in a cage of wood and fog. The next, the world outside the Rolls Royce erupted into absolute bedlam.
"Defensive positions!" Vance screamed, fumbling with his radio. "We are under attack! I repeat, Code Red!"
But the radio only spat back static and the wet, gurgling sounds of dying men.
I pressed my face against the tinted glass, trembling as I watched the nightmare unfold. Magnus’s convoy consisted of ten elite enforcers—highly trained shifters in armored SUVs. They were supposed to be unstoppable.
But they were fighting shadows.
The fog seemed to come alive. Rogues dropped from the tree branches like oversized arachnids, landing on t
