Ten vehicles screeched to a halt at the airport entrance—sleek, armored, all bearing identical markings.
The Shieldhall had arrived.
Fifty members of the Shield Vardr marched forward in perfect formation, boots striking the ground like rolling thunder.
And leading them was a young woman in tactical gear—sharp eyes, sharp presence, sharp enough to cut steel.
It was Avery Lane, the Captain of the Redharrow Shield Vardr detachment.
With no hesitation, she kicked open a gap in the circle of thugs surrounding Issac and Natalie. Her voice dropped cold and heavy.
“Back off. Anyone starts trouble here—I drag every last one of you in.”
The Martial Warrior leading the opposing group scoffed, lips twisting with smug disdain.
“Well, well. Captain Lane.”
His tone oozed mockery.
“You should kn
