Olivia's gaze locked onto Emilia, a sinister grin spreading across her face.
"You're so naive, Emilia," Olivia spat. "You think you're fighting for the right side?"
Emilia's grip on the crossbow tightened. "What are you talking about?"
Olivia's laughter echoed through the warehouse. "The guardianship is a farce. A puppet show for the real players."
Ryker's eyes narrowed. "Who's pulling the strings?"
Olivia's smile widened. "The Order of the Red Hand."
Emilia's mind reeled. "What's that?"
Aria's expression turned grim. "A secret society, hidden within the guardianship."
Luca growled, his eyes blazing. "They're the ones who betrayed your father."
Emilia's heart pounded. "Why?"
Olivia's gaze locked onto Emilia. "Because your father discovered their true intentions."
Ryker's voice turned deadly. "And what are those intentions?"
Olivia's grin twisted. "To harness the power of the werewolves for their own gain."
The warehouse seemed to darken, as if the shadows themselves were closing in.
Emilia's resolve hardened. "We won't let that happen."
Olivia's laughter echoed through the warehouse once more. "You're too late. The plan is already in motion."
Suddenly, the warehouse erupted into chaos. Shadows burst forth, taking shape as armed figures.
Emilia's crossbow snapped up, ready to face the new threat.
The battle had begun.
And Emilia was at the forefront.