"Get in!" Vardan jerked Sora’s shoulder with enough force to snap a collarbone. The younger man’s body was hurled forward, slamming into the bunker’s concrete floor—cold, wet, and slick with moss. The ten-inch steel door clanged shut with a mechanical thud that felt final. The sound of the automatic locks was a death sentence. The cramped space was lit only by flickering red emergency lights, casting long, wild shadows against the walls. Above their heads, the vibration of Corvin boots shook the low concrete ceiling, raining cement dust onto Sora’s deathly pale face. Sora tried to stand, but his knees hit the concrete again, shaking violently. The sharp stench of rust, engine oil, and the stale air trapped inside the bunker suffocated his lungs. He looked toward Vardan and froze. The Alpha stood tall with his back to the door, his breath coming in heavy, jagged rasps that echoed off the narrow walls like a failing engine about to explode. The muscles
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