DERRICK POV
The first footsteps hit the metal floor like drums of war.
It was a rhythm I knew in my bones — the sound that told you the moment for thought had passed. No more waiting. No more breathing. Time to kill.
Finally.
My pulse spiked. Claws itched under my skin. Fangs pressed against my gums like they couldn’t stand being caged for another second. My jaw flexed.
Anything that dared touch what’s mine was about to die screaming.
And I was f*****g happy for it.
Fury was already ahead of me — a streak of black fur and muscle, teeth bared in a snarl that shook the air. The bastard didn’t wait for a plan. He was the plan.
One second, the corridor was empty. The next, the first guard rounded the corner, rifle up. He didn’t even get to aim. Fury hit him mid-stride, all five hundre
