We had been at the compound for almost a week before shit had hit the fan in the outside world. Travis came into my office at the lab, a concerned look on his face as he watched me work.
"What's up?" I asked, never looking up from the computer. I was trying to figure out the last few details of the 'Apocalypse' SUV before I put it into production. It was lucky that I didn't have to start from scratch, so the SUV should be ready for Travis by the end of the week.
But my mate was going to be going into dangerous situations with it, so I needed it to be as safe as possible.
"One of the feline prides was raided last night," said Travis from where he was leaning against the door jam.
It took me a few minutes to process his words. His tone didn't really seem to be too upset, so my brain didn't want to veer from the vehicle in front of me. "Wait, what?" I demanded, looking up from the computer to my mate.