The aftermath of the factory battle left Badburn both victorious and wary. The Nightfangs had retreated, but whispers of betrayal began to creep among the group. Someone inside the gang had been leaking information, making their moves predictable.

Jeydon sat alone in the dim light of their hideout, the red and blue dragons on his back now glowing faintly, a reminder of the power he carried but also the burden.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. RB stepped in, face serious.

We have a problem, he said, his voice low. Someones playing us from the inside.

The room grew tense. Eyes darted, suspicion brewing.

Who? Jeydon asked, clenching his fists.

Thats what we have to find out, RB replied. But we have to act fast. The Nightfangs are regrouping, and if they know our next move, were finished.

Days turned into nights of careful surveillance and testing loyalty. Every member was watched, every word weighed.

Then came the moment of truth.

During a secret meeting, Jeydon noticed one of the warriors slipping away, talking on a burner phone the tell tale sign of a traitor.

Without hesitation, Jeydon confronted him, the dragon tattoo blazing with intensity.

 Why betray us? Jeydon demanded.

The warriors eyes flickered with fear and regret. I had no choice... They threatened my family.

The room was silent. RB stepped forward. We protect our own. If you're weak, we make you stronger or you dont belong.

The traitor nodded, tears in his eyes.

From that day on, trust was rebuilt stronger than before. But the shadow of betrayal left a scar, a lesson etched into the heart of Badburn.

The dragons on their backs were not just symbols of power they were symbols of loyalty, fire, and steel.