Chapter 35 Burn the Forest, Break the Wolves

They don’t come back with hybrids.

They come back with fire.

The smoke hits before the tremor does.

Not the clean scent of engine exhaust.

Not sterile metal.

Wildfire.

But wrong.

Too sharp.

Too controlled.

Roman is already on his feet when the southern sky turns orange before dawn.

“That’s...

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