Make Them Pay

Emily's POV. We crouched behind a rusted shipping container, the acrid smell of chemicals burning my nose even from this distance. "Are you sure about this?" I whispered to Leo, my eyes scanning the perimeter for any sign of movement. He nodded grimly. "The tracking spell led us here. This has to be the place where those weapons came from." In the Werewolf Summit, the human-made weapons Shane and Selene had used against us were terrifying. We'd spent weeks tracing the origin of those weapons, following a trail of whispered rumors and magical signatures that led us here, to this nondescript facility on the outskirts of a small town. Logan's voice was tense in my mind. 'If this is where they're developing weapons to use against us, there's no telling what else we might find inside.' Actually, we're not just here for intel. We need to shut this place down.' I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what we might discover. The thought of humans experimenting on supernatural creatures, and