I disarmed him easily and slammed him face-first into the ground, knee between his shoulders, weapon trained on his spine.
“Game over,” I growled.
Keller laughed—soft, breathless. “You think this ends with me?”
I leaned closer to his ear.
“No,” I said quietly. “It ends with the truth.”
Sheriff Tate’s deputies surged from the tree line, weapons trained, cuffs snapping shut on the remaining operatives.
Saint’s voice trembled—not with fear, but awe. “All targets down. Wolf… you did it.”
I didn’t look up.
I was watching the man beneath me finally realize—
He had lost.
Nora approached slowly, stopping just outside my reach.
She looked down at Keller—not as a frightened subject…
…but as a survivor.
“You failed,” she said.
Keller’s eyes flickered—just once.
And in that flicker, I saw it.
Fear.
She turned away.
I hauled him to his feet and handed him over to Tate.
“This is just the beginning,” Keller spat. “There are others. Files. Names.”
Good.
I watched as he was dragged away.
Then I turned to Nora.
She was shaking—but standing.
I crossed the distance and pulled her into me, holding her like the world had tried—and failed—to take her.
“It’s not over,” she whispered.
“No,” I agreed. “But it’s changed.”
She looked up at me.
And for the first time since this nightmare began…
She smiled.
