Chapter 91 I felt the world closing in on me. One thing was certain, I was no longer the boy who was scared of Nathan. Scared of what might happen after I pulled the trigger. I was something more, inhumane. The days went by quickly with Saul’s training me on his to hold snipers, rifles, and daggers. “ You need to know every damn thing I know.” He often yelled at me. Sometimes it feels like I was in a barrack. Where I had to answer to my commander. To me, that was Saul. Sometimes, he was ruthless—demanding, unforgiving. Other times, he was silent, eyes shadowed by memories he never spoke about.But every day, Saul molded me. Stripped away the remains of my former self and rebuilt something else—something deadlier.“Again,” he barked, tossing a loaded Glock toward me. “ If you need to take on what is coming at you then you need to be ready! You need to move fast. Become invisible even in the face of death!” He yelled sometimes that I often wonder how the hell I was supposed to be

Chapter 93The road leading out of the forest was quiet, too quiet. I sat beside Saul in the old black jeep, my legs bouncing with restless energy. The tension in the air wasn't just from what we'd overheard in the mansion—it was what came next."The Carters," Saul muttered after nearly an hour of silence, his eyes still on the winding road ahead. “We’re going to see them.”I blinked. “Who?”“Your mother’s family. They’ve been watching from a distance for years, but they’ve kept their heads low ever since your father’s death. Powerful people. Dangerous, too. But if anyone can help us now… it’s them.”I frowned. “You never told me she had a family like that.”Saul snorted. “Your mother didn’t want them involved. Said they were too ruthless. They are too tied to their own way of justice. She ran from them. Build a new life with your father. But blood like that doesn’t forget. And now, we’re going to ask them for help.”I wasn’t sure if I should be excited or terrified.The road ended at

Chapter 95“They say monsters are born. But in our world... they’re trained.”I didn’t sleep that night.They gave me a room — one with blacked-out windows, a steel door, and a biometric lock that scanned my eye before letting me in. The bed was stiff, military-style, and the walls were lined with shelves full of books I didn’t recognize: titles about warfare, psychology, tactics, poisons, espionage. One corner of the room held a punching bag, another had a desk with a tray of surveillance equipment neatly arranged.But no photos. No warmth. Nothing that said “home.”Not that I was looking for comfort. I just wanted to understand what I had stepped into.At 4:00 a.m., a knock came — short, sharp, final.I opened the door to find Laverne standing there, dressed in a gray tracksuit, arms crossed. “Training begins now. You’ve had enough rest for someone who’s about to bleed.”She turned and walked briskly down the hall without another word.I followed.No questions asked and no sign o

Chapter 97“Don’t you think we need to be on our toes right now? I am sure Gregory must have reached out to her by now,” I said, looking at Juno.She didn’t answer right away. Her focus was split, one hand still gripping her compact pulse pistol, the other navigating the dim, crumbling tunnel system beneath Eastbrook. Her jaw tightened as we stepped over debris and ducked under rusted piping.“Miralda always knows,” she said finally. “If Gregory slipped away, he’s already whispering in her ear. Maybe not in person yet, but trust me — she knows.”I felt the ache in my neck again. Whatever he’d injected me with still lingered, a numbing heat curling under my skin. My thoughts were slower than usual, fuzzier around the edges, but I forced myself to focus.“How long until they move locations?” I asked.“Hours, maybe less. Once she gets wind of this breach, she’ll scrub the place clean. Bodies, files, all of it.” Juno paused, turning sharply into a left-hand corridor that sloped downward.

Chapter 99The room they called “Reorientation” wasn’t a room at all — it was a chamber buried beneath the command deck, lit by nothing but rotating panels of red and blue light that cast shadows over the wall of the building. The air was sterile, the kind that scraped the inside of your nose and made you feel like you were breathing in chemicals.They stripped me fast. Rough hands tearing off the damp clothes, yanking out the chip they knew was fake. My mask is gone. My boots are gone. I stood naked under the floodlights, my body trembling from the residual effects of the inhibitor, the cold, and the weight of what I was doing. But I didn’t flinch. I didn’t speak.They bound me to a vertical gurney with magnetic cuffs, wrists above my head, and ankles locked in place. A humming sound filled the room as the scanners came to life — a net of blue lasers crawling over my skin, measuring heat signatures, detecting anomalies in bone density, bloodstream composition, and even neural activ