The ocean looked angry. Grey waves crashed against the jagged rocks, sending spray flying into the misty air.
We had driven four hours west, to the very edge of the continent. The "Old Friend" Caleb mentioned lived in a decommissioned lighthouse near the Washington coast.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked, looking at the towering, rusted structure. It looked abandoned. "It looks like the set of a horror movie."
"alex likes his privacy," Caleb said, parking the SUV behind a pile of driftwood to hide it. "He was my father’s Beta years ago. Before the Council got corrupted. He retired to get away from the politics."
"Does he know we’re coming?"
"No," Caleb checked his pistol, tucking it into his waistband. "If I told him, he’d probably shoot us. Alex doesn't like surprises."
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