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35 Fall of the Beast

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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
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  • werewolves    36 Family

    Six 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

  • werewolves    35 Fall of the Beast

    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

  • werewolves    34 Sisters of Light and Ash

    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

  • werewolves    33 Four KIA

    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.

  • werewolves    32 The Pull

    The fire at Tom and Leslie’s pit collapsed in on itself, a soft sigh of ash. Jake didn’t slow. The 1MXG rode tight against his chest; his face was all knife-edges and purpose.“Where is she?”Tom’s jaw set. “What? The werewolf? She ran.”“Don’t,” Leslie snapped, eyes wet and hard. “She left crying. She’s a child.”Jake’s voice thinned to a wire. “Which way?”Leslie pointed toward the army depot—low silhouettes of hangars and stacked ISO containers, the searchlights sweeping in cold, clockwork arcs. “There.”Tom added, almost offhand, “That plant lady went after her.”“Sara.” Jake’s mouth flattened.Kimberly folded her arms. “She’s been orbiting Jane since we arrived.”Leslie nodded, uneasy now that the pattern had a name. “Always close.”“Why?” Jake asked no one, already turning.Kim moved with him. “The cure,” she said. “She had one dose. Just one.”“So who was it for?” Jake asked.Kim shook her head. “Whoever mattered most to her.”Tom grumbled, “You two see monsters everywhere.”Le

  • werewolves    31 Break

    Fluorescent lights stuttered overhead, washing the lab in a thin, clinical glare. Jasper lay on a cot, eyes open but unfocused, breath shallow. The monitors by his head traced a tired constellation—heart, O₂, that newly familiar second rhythm Kim had tagged on his EEG since the cure: the faint, parasitic cadence of the Bind.Jake’s phone buzzed. Mum.He answered on the first vibration. “Hey, Mum. What’s—?”Leslie’s voice came tight and fast. “It’s Jane. She’s run off.”Jake’s spine went cold. “Ran off how?”“There was a… a large dog. It attacked us.”“A dog or a werewolf?” He was already moving toward the door.“We’re fine. Your father scared it off.” A beat. “Then Tom accused Jane of being the werewolf. She ran.”Jake shut his eyes, jaw knotting. “Are you both okay?”“Yes. But, Jake—she’s alone out there.”Across the room, Zak snapped a silver-marked mag into his 1 MXG, racked it with a clean mechanical clack, and sauntered over, catching the tail of the call.“What’s the crisis?” he

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