When Max spoke the word Superhuman, the room fell into a thoughtful silence.
Most of the group tilted their heads slightly, uncertain of what he meant. Were they talking about people from comic books , those who could fly, shoot lasers, or bend steel with their bare hands? Or was Max referring to something else entirely , something real, something dangerous?
For Joe and Stephen, it sounded absurd. For Na, who stood quietly behind Max, it was a term she hadn't heard before. But for Wolf, that single word struck deeper than it did for anyone else.
His eyes widened slightly. Memories resurfaced , whispered conversations between higher-ranking gangs, the kind of rumors people never spoke too loudly about. Back then, he had thought it was nonsense, wild talk made to scare smaller groups like theirs. But after meeting someone like Jett , who had crushed them all single-handedly , Wolf wasn't sure what to believe anymore.
