The air was thick with tension.
April stood with her team outside their hideout, her sharpened senses picking up every distant sound.
They all knew the moment was coming.
Ragnörak wouldn't wait long.
Then—
A scent. Metallic, sharp. Blood.
Footsteps approached, slow and deliberate.
Kai's eyes narrowed. "We have company."
A figure emerged from the darkness—a man dressed in sleek combat gear.
His presence radiated confidence, danger.
He smirked. "So, you're the Wolf?"
April's muscles tensed. He knows about me.
The man rolled his shoulders. "Name's Vance. I'm here to bring you in… or put you down."
Jax stepped forward. "We'll see about that."
But Vance lifted a hand.
CRACK!
The ground split beneath him. His fingers curled like claws, the air around him distorting.
Dante muttered. "Hah… He's a Gear user."
April swallowed hard.
Vance grinned, revealing unnaturally sharp blue teeth.
"Time to hunt!," said Vance.