ADRIAN'S POV
The steel mill looks like something from a nightmare.
Rusted beams reach toward the sky like skeletal fingers. Broken windows stare down like empty eye sockets. The whole structure groans in the wind. Creaking. Threatening to collapse at any moment.
Perfect place for a secret meeting. Isolated. Abandoned. Easy to defend. Easy to trap.
I hate it already.
"Alpha." Marcus's voice crackles through my earpiece. "We are in position. North entrance secured."
"Copy." I scan the perimeter from my vantage point on the roof of the adjacent warehouse. "Clara. Report."
"South entrance clear. No movement yet." Clara said steadily "Freya is with me. She is fine."
The last part is for my benefit. She knows I am barely holding it together having Freya here. Having her in danger. Havin
