April stood over Vance, her claws poised to end him.
He was down, his body battered, his TakeOver Mode broken.
"You were so confident a minute ago," she murmured, her voice cold.
Vance groaned, his body twitching.
He tried to move, but April pressed a claw against his throat.
"It's over. Vance."
April was about to finish it—when a sharp gust of wind kicked up around them.
April's instincts flared.
She spun—just in time to see a hooded figure standing a few feet away.
Their presence was like a void, silent but heavy.
Before she could react, they moved.
A blur. A single step.
Then Vance was gone.
April's eyes widened as the figure reappeared, holding Vance over their shoulder.
"Not today, little wolf." The voice was deep, distorted.
April lunged, but a shockwave pulsed through the air, knocking her back.
By the time she steadied herself—
They were gone.
April clenched her fists, growling. "Damn it! He escaped alive!"
Jax's voice came through the earpiece, unusually serious. "Return we need to talk."
April exhaled sharply, forcing herself to focus