The first explosion ripped through the facility's main entrance like God's own sledgehammer.
I felt it through the floor, through the walls, through my bones. Emergency sprinklers triggered throughout the medical wing, soaking everything in chemical-tasting water that made the air thick and hard to breathe. But underneath the chaos, I caught a scent that made my heart race.
Alexander.
He was here. Close enough that our Luna-Alpha bond was singing with proximity, even through concrete and steel and the stench of battle.
I pressed myself against the corridor wall as security teams ran past, heading toward the sounds of gunfire and howling. Their radios crackled with desperate reports:
"Multiple breaches on the perimeter!"
"We've got transformed hostiles in sectors seven and nine!"
"Jesus Christ, how many of them are there?"
