Evans stood by the rusted gate of the abandoned industrial yard, his silhouette framed in the weak spill of light from flickering lamps strung along the perimeter. Beyond him, the old cars and derelict platforms loomed like silent witnesses to the betrayal unfolding under the open night.He made no move to hide his presence — if anything, he wanted them to see him first. His hands rested calmly on the roof of his battered sedan, the backseat door cracked just enough to hint at the unmoving shape inside.When the metal gate creaked open, the Crescent Order stepped out in cautious clusters — dark coats, hoods, eyes glittering in the half-light. Trey emerged first, silver-eyed and rigid, shadows curling around him like an aura of cold fire. Beside him, Tyler was pushed forward roughly by one of the Order’s enforcers, wrists bound, lip split but eyes still defiant.Then came the Leader, calm in his silence, his gloved hands folded neatly behind his back as he approached Evans with measure