Tony´s POV
The air tasted like lead and blood before they ever entered.
I already knew.
I knew they were coming. Not by scent. Not by footsteps.
By instinct.
By that burning itch at the back of my neck—the one that’s kept me alive for years.
They had come to kill.
And worse—to hunt.
I launched myself from the building’s ledge as if gravity were someone else’s burden. My boots slid across wet concrete, fingers latching onto the broken window with the precision of a night predator.
Inside—chaos.
Blood on the floor.
Unconscious bodies.
And the silent roar of the inevitable.
As I landed, I gave the order through my comms.
“Load second round. Silver. Shoulder to shoulder. Alphas incoming.”
From the floor below, the pounding of boots was a war drum.
I looked back at Zack and Sage
