FIA
I stared at the approaching vehicles, my breath catching in my throat. Even from this distance, I could make out the emblem on the lead car's hood. A delicate white flower against black metal.
The Lily of the Valley pack.
Only one pack carried themselves with that kind of arrogance. That level of pristine coordination. The cars moved like a military convoy, each one positioned with exact precision. This wasn't a delegation. This was a show of force.
"Oh goddess." The words slipped out.
The lead car pulled to a stop at the main entrance.
Then another.
And another.
There were six vehicles in total. And then the doors opened in near-perfect synchronization.
Armed guards emerged first. They didn't looke like the ceremonial kind. These were real soldiers. Their weapons weren't just for show. They fanned out with practiced efficiency, securing the perimeter like they were entering hostile territory.
