Cade, Levi, and Grace walked toward the rusty double doors, their footfall resonating in the quiet. There was a strong metallic smell in the air, a disturbing precursor to what was within.
With well-planned moves, Levi took the lead. Cade trailed after, his jaw tight and his fists clenched, immediately sensing trouble, while Grace followed, her keen eyes searching for danger.
"This place reeks of decay," Grace muttered, her voice low but laced with disdain.
"They promised a truce," Levi said grimly. "Synthetic blood only, no wolves. This..." He gestured at the ominous structure, "...better not be what I think it is."
Cade snorted. "With the Hoods? Don't hold your breath."
Levi pushed the doors open, and the three stepped into chaos incarnate.
