MasukA novel of love, loss, and survival in a city consumed by darkness. After years on the front lines, Australian Army veteran Jake Michaels returns home to Sydney hoping for peace. Instead, he’s met with tragedy—his father lies comatose after a mysterious car accident, and the only survivor is an eleven-year-old girl with no name and a haunted look in her eyes. But that’s just the beginning. A deadly werewolf outbreak is sweeping through the city, transforming ordinary people into savage, unstoppable werewolves. The infection spreads fast, and Sydney is falling. Entire suburbs are lost overnight. The moon no longer matters—once bitten, there’s no turning back. With chaos in the streets and the government in retreat, Jake finds himself leading a desperate mission across the city. By his side: his ex-girlfriend, a battle-hardened team of soldiers, and the strange girl known only as Jane Doe, who may be the key to everything. Their destination: Camp Alpha, a heavily fortified base in Parramatta and humanity’s last hope. But as the group fights to stay alive, Jake discovers that the line between man and monster is thinner than he ever imagined… and some battles must be fought not just with bullets, but with the heart.
Lihat lebih banyakSix Months LaterThe city breathed again.Sunlight spilled between towers of glass and steel, catching on tram lines and the chrome of morning traffic. In the parks, children shrieked at one another in the happy way children do. Baristas called names over steam. Sydney had resumed its ordinary heartbeat—eager to forget the nights when the world had felt carnivorous.Botany Cemetery sat on a low rise above the bay, quiet and salt-sweet. Wind came in off the water and moved the grass in long, soft strokes. Beneath the spreading arm of a gum, Jake Michaels crouched and set a small bundle of white carnations against a headstone’s base.“She would’ve loved these,” he said.Kimberly stood beside him, one hand resting beneath the curve of her belly, the other laced in his. A thin gold band flashed when the light found it. She was six months along now; the two of them wore the tired, tender calm of people who had survived the worst and chosen each other anyway.The stone was simple. It read, i
Jane ran the city like a silver streak, muscles lit with fire, wind tearing the sound from her throat as she chased the shadow that called itself Sabaoth. Below, Sydney burned and held—sirens, broken glass, the iron chorus of distant guns. Above, two bodies leapt roof to roof: light hunting ash.Behind, Jake’s rifle clicked empty.“What the hell is she doing!?” he shouted, watching Jane vault the embattlement and vanish into the dark.Kim’s voice was small and steady at his shoulder. “Saving us.”He dragged her to a blown-open Hummer on the curb, found keys above the visor, turned fury into engine. Tyres screamed. Street lamps whipped past. Up there, claws scored parapets; snarls crossed the skyline.“There,” Kim pointed through the windshield. “The Crown.”Steel and glass stabbed the night—271 metres of arrogance crowned with a flame of sculpted spires. Jake buried the pedal. They skated across polished marble in the base-level gallery and slammed to a stop beneath the sculpture.“Ja
Sara heard the boots before the voices. She dropped to a crouch, then sprang—easy as breath—onto the garrison wall, amber eyes skimming the depot below.“JANE! JANE!” Jake and Kimberly burst through the blasted doors, weapons up—then stalled at the carnage. Concrete smeared red. Limbs pitched like trash. A pendant glinted in a cone of light: two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms.Kim knelt, lifted it. “Sara’s,” she said, voice flat. “Jane’s is the heart with the cross.” She tucked the pendant into her jacket. “We have to find her.”A barrel clattered somewhere in the dark.Behind a Bushmaster’s tire, Jane slept in a curl—small as a question. Kim touched her shoulder. Jane blinked up, lost. Jake’s voice softened. “Hey, beautiful. Come back with us?”“I’m not wanted. Your dad—”“Forget him. He’s an ass sometimes,” Jake said, and took her into a hug. “I promised.”They were almost past the courtyard when a mass dropped from the battlement and landed between them—brown fur, eyes b
It was late.The compound streets were near-empty, amber spill from a few tired floodlights pooling on gravel and canvas. Sara cut through it all like a shadow with a destination—boots whispering, gaze raking the dark.A sharp whistle split the quiet.“Woohoo!”Four soldiers slid out of the shade between the munitions tent and a stack of ammo crates, 1MXGs slung loose, boredom lacquered over bravado. The lead—short, blond, all crooked grin—stepped into her path.“Where you headed, sweetheart?”“To your nightmares,” Sara said lightly, eyes already past him.“Hope that means my pants,” the big one added, stepping too close.Sara’s smile went paper-thin. “Hilarious. I’m looking for someone.”“You found someone, alright,” Blondie said, grabbing and cupping himself. “Real monster right here.”“Too bad.” Sara toyed with his tags, voice dropping to a purr. “I prefer my men a little more… animal.”He caught her wrist. “Careful, kitty. You might get clawed.”She tore back; his grip tightened.












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