The abandoned rail depot stood like a forgotten skeleton at the edge of the district, metal beams rusted, windows shattered, weeds growing through cracks in the concrete. Behind it, half hidden by collapsed fencing and years of neglect, was the entrance to the old subway tunnel.
The air felt colder there.
Irina stopped a few steps from the dark opening. Mikhail and Sergei flanked her automatically, eyes sharp, shoulders tense. The tunnel swallowed light. It looked like a throat leading into something that did not want to be disturbed.
Before any of them moved forward, Liam spoke softly.
"This is my part."
They all turned.
He was standing slightly behind them a second ago.
Now he wasn't.
Sergei frowned. Mikhail's eyes narrowed. Irina opened her mouth to respond but before she could say anything, Liam's presence simply vanished.
There was no dramatic blur. No loud sound. He was just gone.
The three wolves froze.
Even with their senses heightened, they had not felt him move.
