Kade was never meant to escape. The government wants him erased, the underworld wants to claim him, and the world fears what he has become.

The facility was built to contain monsters. It was a fortress buried deep in the mountains, hidden from the world, reinforced with steel, guards, and weapons. But all of that meant nothing.

Because Kade Mercer wasn’t a man.

He was a storm, a natural disaster, something that could not be contained.

The sirens were screaming, red warning lights flashing across the corridor as armed guards rushed in. Their rifles were trained on him, fingers tight on the trigger, but Kade only stood there—calm, controlled, completely still.

Then he moved.

The first guard never had a chance. Kade closed the distance in two seconds, snapping the man’s neck with a sickening crack before using his body as a shield. Gunfire erupted, bullets tearing through flesh that wasn’t his. Before the others could react, he grabbed the dead man’s rifle, turned, and unleashed hell.

The hallway became a massacre.

Blood sprayed across the walls. Men screamed. Kade didn’t stop, didn’t hesitate. He fought with the efficiency of something built for war—no wasted movements, no mercy. When his rifle emptied, he grabbed a knife from a fallen guard and became an animal.

Throat slit. Knife buried into a chest. Skull cracked against the concrete.

It was chaos. It was him.

By the time he reached the exit, alarms still blaring, bodies were littered across the floor behind him. The last guard standing trembled, his gun shaking in his hands. Kade didn’t even blink as he drove his knife through the man’s heart. He twisted the blade, then let the body drop.

The night air hit him like a drug—cold, fresh, free. He inhaled deeply, rolling his shoulders as the weight of captivity fell away. Kade cracked his neck.

He wasn’t running. He was hunting. And nothing would stop him from finding her.