Chapter 13: THE FIRST STRIKE
Dawn never truly came to Chicago that morning.
The sun tried to rise, but thick storm clouds swallowed the light, turning the sky into a dim gray shroud. The wind moved slowly through the empty streets, whispering across abandoned rooftops and silent alleys. The city felt different, tense, waiting, alive with unseen movement.
Deep beneath the cathedral, Kevin woke before the others.
His wolf senses stirred violently beneath his skin.
Something had changed.
Not distant.
Not coming.
Here.
He rose quickly, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim chamber. The air felt heavier, colder, as though darkness itself had crept closer during the night.
Then,
A distant tremor shook the stone beneath his feet.
Kevin’s head snapped up.
“They’ve begun.”
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