Gunfire erupted.
Lauren and her strike team moved in from the rooftops, bullets raining down. The Vultures scattered, returning fire.
Shade moved on instinct, his body a blur of violence.
He felt different. Faster. Stronger.
And then—
He saw her.
Jade was cornered. A Vulture had her at gunpoint.
Shade snapped.
One moment, he was across the battlefield.
The next—
He was there.
He didn't even remember moving.
But his knife was already in the man's throat.
Jade stared at him, wide-eyed. "Shade… what the hell was that?"
Shade panted, his hands shaking. "I—I don't know."
Jade took a step back. "Shade, look at your hands."
Shade looked down.
His veins were black.
Like ink spreading under his skin.
Like something unnatural.
Jade's voice trembled. "Oh my God."
Selene's laughter rang out.
"Oh, darling." She stepped forward, smiling. "You're finally becoming."
And in that moment—
Shade realized something terrifying.
He wanted more.