The night was colder than usual, the chill seeping through the car’s windows as Jeremiah and his team sped through the streets. The glow of headlights cut through the dark, illuminating the path to a confrontation he never thought he’d face. Jeremiah’s heart pounded with a mix of anger and urgency, his mind replaying the call from Emily. Her voice, trembling, had ignited something primal within him.
“Lock your door. Ten minutes,” he had told her, his voice steady despite the storm inside.
Now, in the car, his unit—brothers forged in the crucible of battle—sat silent, understanding the gravity of the situation. Each of them had gone through the rigors of combat, but this was different. This was personal.
