The Hybrid Hunters closed in on the gas station, like sharks when they smell blood.
Kai tensed. “Oracle, tell me you've got another way out.” His wolf was ready to fight.
“There's an old tunnel,” the Oracle said. “Basement storage, which connects to the storm drains—but…”
“But what?” Lilith snapped.
“It goes under the cemetery. The old one. Where things that should stay dead are buried.”
A Hybrid rammed against the window—half wolf, half machine, one eye yellow and alive, the other red and dead. Metal teeth glinted behind the real ones.
“Cemetery sounds better than this,” Marcus said.
They bolted for the basement door. Glass shattered behind them as the Hybrids swarmed in, moving wrong, too smooth.
The tunnel was worse than dark; it swallowed light. Their flashlights died after lik
