Zoe slowed as they approached the outskirts of Greenday territory, her massive wolf form padding silently through the skeletal remains of what had once been an industrial district. The buildings here were different—not residential ruins, but the hollowed shells of factories and warehouses, their rusted skeletons reaching toward the grey sky like the bones of dead giants.
Julian raised his hand. Zoe stopped instantly, her blue eyes scanning ahead with predatory focus.
They had arrived.
The Greenday outpost sprawled before them—not a single building, but a small compound of interconnected structures, their walls reinforced with salvaged materials. Fences of chain-link and razor wire surrounded the perimeter, with watchtowers at each corner manned by armed guards. Lights flickered in the gathering dusk—real lights, powered by generators or salvaged solar panels. This wasn't a temporary camp like Rain's operation. This was a permanent installation.
