The mist curled thicker around their boots as Jack stepped ahead, his presence cutting through the tension like a blade. The Shepherds didn’t move, but their leader’s smirk deepened.
“You shouldn’t have come here, Harbinger,” the man said, voice smooth like poisoned silk. “Reidsville was supposed to be your grave.”
Behind Jack, Sarah kept her weapon trained. “Jack,” she whispered again, more urgent now. “This feels wrong. It’s too quiet.”
Emily’s fingers hovered near her sidearm. “No sniper lights. No backup. They’re not trying to kill us... yet.”
Jack’s gaze flicked around the warehouse perimeter. Shadows moved just beyond the broken glass windows. A trap, clearly—but not the kind meant to kill and there comes a warning
“We’re not here to start a war,” Jack called out. “We came for
