Chapter Thirty-Six: Battle Line Drawn
Phera POV:
With the bunker's steel door closing behind me, the urgency of the situation hit me full-force. My boots pounded against the earth as I sprinted toward the east and south borders. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, urging me to push forward despite the disapproving mental links bombarding my consciousness.
Phera, what do you think you're doing? Get back to the bunker!'
The mental voices of my mates and my brother Nate were laced with concern, even annoyance. Zane, Axel, Damon, and Nate tried to reason with me, their words enveloping my thoughts like a thick fog.
'It's too dangerous, Phera. Go back!'
'We can't concentrate if we're worried about you.'
The final straw was Damon's mental ultimatum: 'If you don't turn back, we're coming
