As they approached the Tungsten pack gates, the immense iron doors loomed like towering sentinels, their ornate designs etched with intricate patterns of wolves and mountains. They creaked open with an imposing groan, revealing two guards flanking the entrance. Their muscular frames seemed carved from stone, with broad shoulders straining against their tight black uniforms. Veins bulged along their forearms as they gripped spears tipped with polished steel, each movement a testament to their formidable strength. Their stoic expressions and piercing gazes exuded authority, making it clear they were the first and unyielding line of defense. Melody reached for her seatbelt, ready to slide into the back seat. Elliot’s sharp tone stopped her mid-motion.
“Stay where you are, Melody,” he command
