The first explosion hit the east wing like a thunderclap from hell itself.
I was in the strategy room with Kane and Raymond, reviewing defensive positions when the blast threw all three of us to the ground. The pack house's stone walls trembled under the force. Dust and chunks of ceiling crashed down around us while the whole building groaned like it might collapse.
"What the hell was that?" Raymond shouted, pulling himself upright as emergency alarms began blaring throughout the territory.
Before anyone could answer, a second explosion rocked the training grounds. Then a third at the storage facilities. The communication tower burst into flames and its metal framework came crashing down into the courtyard.
Coordinated. Precise. Devastating.
"It's starting," I said, my voice barely au
