Feral → newt, tmr

Thomas shakes his head, jaw tight, arms crossed like he can physically push the thought away. He refuses to accept this—to accept her as their only option. “No. There’s gotta be another way.”

“Like what?” Gally counters, folding his arms. His stance is solid, immovable. “You’ve seen the building. She is our only way in.”

Thomas exhales sharply, frustration bubbling beneath his skin. “You really think she’s gonna help us?” His voice is sharp, but there’s something else there too—something close to doubt.

Katherine, still half-asleep from her earlier nap, stirs beside him and rubs her eyes. She missed most of the planning, but it doesn’t take long to catch up. The tension in the room is thick enough to choke on.

“I don’t plan on asking for her permission.” Gally’s tone drips with sarcasm.

“Am I missing something here?” Brenda asks, eyes darting between them. “This is the same girl who betrayed us, correct? Same dick?”

Gally smirks, jabbing a thumb in her direction. “I like her.”

Brenda rolls her eyes, ignoring him. Instead, her gaze settles on Thomas, who’s pacing the floor like a caged animal. “What’s going on?”

Katherine exhales slowly, her patience thinning. “Tommy, there’s nothing to think about. That bitch betrayed us, remember?” Her words are venomous, a stark contrast to the quiet concern in her eyes.

Silence falls over the group, tension stretching between them like a wire about to snap.

And then, Newt speaks.

“What, are you afraid your little girlfriend’s gonna get hurt? Hmm?” His voice is sharp, accusing. His eyes burn into Thomas. “Because this has obviously never been just about rescuing Minho. Has it?” The words cut through the room like a blade.

Thomas turns, eyes narrowing. “Wait, what the hell are you talking about?”

“Teresa.” Newt steps forward, his anger rising with every step. “She’s the reason Minho’s even missing in the first place. Now we finally have a shot at getting him back, and what?” His voice is rising, his breath uneven. “You don’t want to because of her?”

Before Thomas can react, Newt shoves him. Hard.

Thomas stumbles back, slamming into the wall. The impact sends a jolt through his spine, but he barely registers it because Newt is still coming.

“Because deep down inside, you still care about her, don’t you?” Newt growls. “Just admit it.”

Katherine stiffens, her breath catching.

“Newt, I—” Thomas starts, but Newt doesn’t let him finish.

Fingers twisting into Thomas’s jacket, Newt yanks him forward before slamming him back again. “Don’t lie to me! Don’t. Lie. To me!”

Brenda gasps, her hands flying to her mouth. The others stand frozen, wide-eyed.

Katherine presses her lips together, unsure whether to intervene. She’s seen Newt angry before, but this—this is different. It’s not just jealousy. It’s something darker, something unraveling inside him.

Then, as quickly as it started, it stops.

Newt blinks, realization crashing over him like a wave. He releases Thomas, taking an unsteady step back. “Sorry.” The word is quiet, almost hollow. His brown eyes flicker across the group before landing on Katherine. “I’m sorry.”

Katherine swallows hard. Before she can say anything, Newt turns and stalks out of the room, one hand clutching his right arm. Thomas doesn’t hesitate before following him.