Silas’s hands tightened violently on the leather steering wheel, his knuckles turning stark white. He didn't reach for the ignition to turn the engine off; instead, he hovered his hand dangerously over the heavy assault rifle resting in the center console. The twenty elite shadows in the convoy instantly mirrored his lethal hostility. The sudden, audible clack of automatic weapons being chambered cut sharply through the thick, salty sea fog.
"Hold your fire!" Elara ordered, her voice slicing through the immense, suffocating tension inside the armored cab like a physical blade. "If even one of you shifts or shoots, this entire valley turns into a bloody graveyard. Stand down, Silas. That is an absolute Alpha command."
Silas gritted his teeth, his fierce eyes locked furiously on Alpha Corv
