The fire raged. The gas station was an inferno, flames licking the sky, black smoke curling into the night.
Mia, Reaper, and Evelyn stood at a safe distance, their bodies battered from the explosion’s shockwave.
“Tell me that thing’s dead,” Mia gasped, reloading her pistol with shaking hands.
The fire crackled, consuming everything inside. Glass shattered from the heat, metal groaned as it warped. For a moment, there was nothing but destruction.
Then—movement.
Evelyn’s stomach clenched. No way.
The flames shifted. A shadow rose within the fire.
Mia took a step back. “You have got to be kidding me.”
The Alpha wasn’t just alive. It was changing.
Its golden flesh blackened, molten cracks forming along its body. The muscles twitched, bubbling under the intense heat. The skull-like face twisted into something even more monstrous. The exposed brain pulsed rapidly, like it was adapting—evolving.
Then, it let out a scream.