DYLAN’S POV
Every step toward the bunker felt like a descent into something I couldn’t take back. The forest was too quiet, like the earth itself was holding its breath.
And when I reached the clearing…
The old stone bunker stood in the shadow of twisted trees, its entrance yawning like the mouth of something ancient and hungry.
I stopped.
The scent hit me before anything else, blood. Thick. Metallic. Heavy in the air.
I stepped closer. That’s when I saw it.
Blood—everywhere.
Splattered across the moss-covered stone walls. Smeared into the dirt. Painted across the cracked ground like someone had dragged bodies through the undergrowth.
Then, just outside the stone door, a severed arm.
Pale. Massive.
Fangs still extended.
“One of Drax’s vampire guards,” I whispered to myself. “Or
