The air inside the tunnels stank of rot and scorched fur. Every breath tasted like decay. The walls pulsed faintly, as if the nest itself had a heartbeat, and every beat sent a fresh tremor through the stone.

Celeste didn’t slow. Her claws scraped the floor as she charged deeper into the heart of the enemy hive, every stride driven by the steady, feral voice of Luna in her head. "End it. Tear it out at the root."

Hunter was at her side, his eyes silver fire, Rogue pushing him into that ...