On Easter Sunday, my daughter called me sobbing, “Dad, please come get me.” My son-in-law laughed as his mother shoved me off the porch—“Go back to your lonely house.” I pushed inside… and found my daughter on the floor, bruised and bleeding while they hunted eggs. They thought I’d walk away—until I quietly made one call that would end everything.

“Understood, Commander,” Ghost said, his voice a low, terrifying rumble of absolute loyalty. “We are fifteen minutes out. We will not leave a single brick intact, boss. Asset recovery and hostile neutralization are authorized. Get your daughter clear of the blast radius.”

Click.

The line went dead.

I slammed the truck into gear and peeled out of the gated community, heading east, toward the next county line. I was taking Lily to a private, secure medical facility run by a former Army field surgeon who owed me his life.

Behind me, in their luxurious, insulated mansion, Richard and Eleanor were still drinking expensive Scotch, laughing at the pathetic old man they had so easily dismissed.

They were completely, blissfully unaware that a pack of highly trained, incredibly dangerous wolves had just been unleashed from the shadows.

At the Vance estate, the local Police Chief, a fat, complacent man named O’Malley, was raising a crystal glass to toast Richard.

“Don’t you worry about that crazy old man, Richard,” O’Malley slurred, his face flushed with alcohol. “I’ll have a patrol car stationed outside his house for the next week for ‘harassment’. And I’ll make damn sure the hospital report officially states that your wife just had a clumsy, unfortunate fall.”

Richard laughed, a loud, booming sound of untouchable arrogance.

Suddenly, every single lightbulb in the massive, sprawling mansion flickered violently and then went out simultaneously. The classical music playing from the integrated sound system cut off abruptly, plunging the entire estate into a sudden, disorienting darkness and silence.

And then, from every single direction, the sound of shattering glass echoed through the night.

4. The Shadow Raid

The darkness that enveloped the Vance mansion was absolute and suffocating.

The immediate, panicked screams of the elite, wealthy guests echoed chaotically through the dining room as dozens of bright, blinding red and green laser sights pierced the blackness, sweeping across their expensive suits and silk dresses.

“What the hell is this?! A power outage?!” Richard yelled, his voice tight with a sudden, sharp spike of panic. “O’Malley! Chief! Do something!”

The local police chief, O’Malley, fumbled drunkenly at his hip, his hand reaching for the holster of his service pistol.

He never made it.