Chapter 5

Derick Mondragon's POV 

The office had gone quiet for the night, most of the staff already gone, the hum of the building settling into that particular stillness that comes after everyone else has left.

I was at my desk, going over a stack of reports I'd been putting off for days, when my phone rang. The sound cut through the silence sharply enough that I knew before I'd even answered it that something was wrong.

"It's Lucas," my second in command said, tense, his voice clipped in a way that told me he was already moving as he spoke. "We're under attack."

"Who?" I asked, already on my feet, the chair scraping back behind me.

"Night Walkers. They caught us off guard, but we're holding. We need you here."