Chapter Thirty-Nine - Silver Bullet
The fortress rose ahead of them like a scar in the earth—stone and steel laced with floodlights, barbed wire gleaming under the pale moon.
Tristan, Osiris, Lefu, and Balor stood shoulder to shoulder before the gate, the air thick with the scent of warriors behind them. Hundreds of wolves shifted restlessly, rifles gleaming, blades strapped tight. Breath steamed into the cold night, the growl of engines from armored vehicles thrumming like a second heartbeat.
There would be no turning back. Not now.
“She’s in there,” Tristan said, his voice low but certain. His eyes were fixed on the walls, where shadows of snipers prowled like vultures. “I can feel her.”
The others nodded. Their Luna’s scent had been on the bag Rowan found. Her trail led here, witho
