PABLO POV
I should have been inside, fighting with Elias and Alaric. Side by side.
That thought had been grinding in the back of my skull from the second they left me out, replaying over and over while I tracked every step they took through the monitors, listening through the microphones I had planted on them like that was somehow enough, like sitting outside and watching was the same thing as being there.
It wasn’t.
I didn’t like it. Not one bit.
And the moment I heard the first roar—
I knew.
Shit had hit the fan.
I didn’t waste time. I called the elite squads immediately, rerouting them from Greenwood even if they weren’t supposed to move yet, even if the timing wasn’t perfect—but luck was finally on our side for once, because they were still in Crescent Moon and could be here in
