Ronan's POV
The night air smelled like rain and blood. I crouched on the rooftop, watching the old building where the Syndicate members were hiding. My team was spread out in the shadows—five of Zeke's hybrid attackers and three of my own trackers.
"Any movement?" Zeke's voice came through my earphones.
"Nothing yet," I whispered. "But they're in there. I can smell their fear."
It had been three weeks since the fight at the Gate. Three weeks since Sienna had broken the prophesy and shattered the Celestial Gate. Three weeks of hunting down what was left of the Midnight Syndicate.
Tonight was our first big task. We had tracked a group of Syndicate witches to this abandoned plant outside the city. According to our knowledge, they were trying to rebuild, to find a new leader after the Midnight Queen disappeared.
"Remember, we need one alive," I reminded the team. "We need answers."
