The cold wind tugged at Mara's cloak as she crept silently through the deserted alleyways. The faint glow of distant lanterns cast long, flickering shadows on the cobblestones. The old warehouse district loomed ahead a maze of broken windows, rusted beams, and dark corners.
Lyra moved beside her, her eyes sharp and alert. We're close. I can feel it.
Suddenly, a faint rustling sound echoed behind them. Mara spun around just in time to see a flash of movement figures emerging from the shadows, weapons drawn.
"Ambush! Mara shouted, raising her dagger as enemies poured out from hidden spots.
The air exploded with gunfire and shouts. Mara ducked behind a stack of crates, heart pounding. Lyra fired a quick shot, taking down one attacker, but more surged forward.
In the chaos, Jalen appeared at Mara's side, fighting fiercely. Go! I'll cover you! he yelled.
"No, Jalen Mara began, but he shook his head determinedly.
Go! he insisted, pushing her back.
Mara hesitated but saw no other choice. She sprinted toward the warehouse entrance, heart heavy. Inside, the shadows thickened, and her footsteps echoed on the empty floor.
Suddenly, a sharp cry pierced the air. Mara spun around, her stomach tightening as she saw Jalen stumble, a blade piercing his side. His eyes met hers urgent, pleading.
Run, Mara! Jalen gasped, clutching his wound.
No!" she shouted, fighting back tears. We're getting out of here—together.
Lyra appeared beside her, dragging Mara's arm. We have to move—now!
They hurried into the darkness, leaving the chaos behind. Mara's mind raced—she had to find Jalen, and uncover the traitor lurking in their midst, before it was too late.
The night's shadows concealed secrets—and danger—more deadly than she had imagined.