Thane’s POVMy health had already worsened, and I knew something was wrong. I told Dr. Henry from China about it, and he immediately sent me some herbal mixture drugs to the United States. He said they’d help strengthen my system if I took them correctly. For a while, I didn’t believe they’d work, but after some weeks, I started seeing progress.Now I’m fifty years old, and instead of growing weaker, I feel my strength increasing every single day. It’s strange but good. As the president of the United States, I’ve made a lot of impact—more than any of my predecessors, even President Mark. And right now, my main goal is to become tougher and more strategic against any terrorist that dares to cross our borders.Calvin and Forger have grown so fast. They’re both twelve now—smart, strong, and full of life—while Theresa and Shawn are still as beautiful as ever.That morning, they both sat on the gigantic bed in our room, laughing about something while waiting for me to come in. The soft mor

Thane POVWe returned to the White House in secret. I moved quietly, keeping the boys low between Martins and the other bodyguards. The night air tasted like cold metal and smoke, and my chest felt heavy with every careful breath. We left the place where we had defeated the terrorists behind us, the ruined warehouse still smelling of fear and old gunpowder. We had fought hard; we had won a battle. At least that’s what I thought.We drove through back roads, then into a service entrance no one outside my closest circle knew about. The team worked fast, silent and methodical. Forger and Calvin clung to each other in the back of the armored car. Both of them were pale but breathing. The boys had been through hell; their small bodies had learned a new kind of tired. When I looked at them, I felt everything inside me tighten and loosen at once. Relief, anger, exhaustion. It all washed through me like a tide.We reached the safe house we had prepared months ago for emergencies like this. It

Thane POVThe sky was still dark when I opened my eyes. It was that deep, early-morning darkness that always reminded me of the battlefield—silent, cold, and waiting. I stood from the bed quietly so I wouldn’t wake Theresa or Shawn. Forger and Calvin were in their room down the hallway, sleeping peacefully, unaware that their father was preparing for another war.Today was the beginning of Operation Iron Hawk.I walked straight to my secret closet, the same place I had not touched for years until the rescue mission. My weapons were arranged exactly how I left them. My old military uniform, the one I wore during the battles that earned me the name “God of War,” hung on the wall.I grabbed my gloves, strapped my vest, holstered my guns, checked the blades I kept for close-combat, and took a deep breath. Something inside my chest felt heavy. A warning. A sign. But I didn’t ignore it. I pushed it aside like every soldier does when danger is calling.As soon as I stepped out of the closet,

Thane POV The moment Thane stepped out of the investigation room, the air in the White House shifted. It felt heavier, colder, like the walls themselves were holding their breath. Martins walked beside him, his boots echoing sharply on the floor.“Sir,” Martins whispered, “we checked the last two surveillance feeds. The devices were planted right under our noses. Someone opened restricted access for exactly sixteen seconds.”Thane didn’t slow down. He couldn’t. His blood was running too hot, too sharp.“Sixteen seconds is enough for a professional,” Thane replied, jaw clenched. “Whoever is doing this… they’re not making mistakes.”Martins didn’t argue. He had served with Thane long enough to know when to keep quiet.They reached the lower West Wing corridor. Screens lined the walls—live feeds, security grids, thermal maps, all running at once. Everything looked normal. Everything looked calm.But Thane knew better.Betrayal didn’t always scream. Sometimes it walked quietly.A young a

Thane POV The message arrived just after sunrise.Thane was standing in the secure room beneath the White House, the same room where he slept for the past three nights because Viktor’s attack had thrown the entire country into fear. The screens around him still showed the aftermath of Viktor’s broadcast—riots in three cities, protests in two, and military bases questioning their orders. The world was shaking, and Viktor’s face was everywhere.Martins rushed in. “Sir, you need to see this. It came through an encrypted military line.”Thane looked up from the map he had been studying. “Encrypted? From who?”“We don’t know,” Martins said. “But the sender’s signature claims to be… Sahil Jr.”Thane’s jaw tightened.Sahil Jr.—Viktor’s newest little weapon. A boy who believed he had something to prove. A boy Viktor had trained, used, and twisted until he was dangerous enough to kill without blinking.“Show me,” Thane said.Martins tapped the tablet and handed it over.The message was short,