The Reckoning

Maverick’s POV

They turned slowly. Heads snapped like it was some ghost in front of them. Eyes wide, lips trembling, breath caught halfway in their throats. The kind of look people wear when they've seen a dead thing walk into a room. But it wasn't shock—no, it wasn’t that innocent. Shock fades, but this didn’t. It was fear. Raw, bone-deep, soul-snatching kind of fear that sat heavy in their eyes