Azura's POV
As Luke left, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air like a heavy fog. My heart raced with anticipation as I hurriedly gathered my things and made my way out the door, my mind consumed by thoughts of Tyler and Elias.
The drive to the old warehouse felt like an eternity, each passing minute filled with a sense of urgency that gnawed at my insides. My fingers tapped anxiously on the steering wheel as I navigated the darkened streets, the familiar landmarks blurred by the haze of my racing thoughts.
Finally, I arrived at the old warehouse, its crumbling facade looming before me like a specter from a forgotten past. With a deep breath, I stepped out of the car and made my way inside, the echoes of my footsteps reverberating through the empty space.
"Tyl
