The air in Orange was finally beginning to settle, though "settling" in a beast-ruled apocalypse simply meant the screaming had stopped. Outside the warehouse, Snow Team moved through the remnants of the City of Light's extraction unit with clinical efficiency. Ash and Kai were picking through the tactical gear of the fallen, looking for anything that hinted at where these men had come from.
"Church of the Light," Ash muttered, flicking a bloody insignia off a lapel. His dark, intense eyes were rimmed with the exhaustion of holding back his own hunger. As a die-hard of Felicity's "church," every moment she spent in heat was a test of his soul. "They're coming from the north. If they have lists of high-tier females, they have a base. A big one."
"Then we burn it," Kai said, his voice tight. He twisted his fingers, causing a small pocket of space to collapse over a discarded radio, crushing it into scrap. "They touched the air she breathes. They don't get to have a home anymore."
