The air was thick with tension as we approached the packhouse, our senses on high alert. The scent of burning wood filled my nostrils, while the distant screams and chaos reached my ears. Avery gripped my hand tightly as we surveyed the scene before us – the once welcoming haven now engulfed in flames and swarming with demons. The carpentry was on fire. s**t.
"Gabriel, this doesn't look good," Nikolai said.
"We need to get inside and protect our people," I commanded, my heart pounding against my chest.
"What do you want us to do?" Avery asked loudly.
"Fight until I call for you," I said, planting a quick, reassuring kiss on her lips before turning my attention back to the battlefield.
"Follow me!" I shouted to the strays, charging forward into the fray. The clash of flesh rang out lik
