บททั้งหมดของ werewolves : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

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

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.

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

The fire crackled at the center of Camp Alpha, throwing orange over dirt and canvas, licking at the faces gathered around a fold-out table. A modest meal steamed in plastic trays—steak, potatoes, a token lettuce doing its best to be salad. From the wall-line came the distant BRRRRT of a Vulcan spinning a warning into the dark—out there, the city still moved to someone else’s rhythm.Leslie cut her potato with practiced calm and exhaled. “I hope this all ends soon.”Tom limped over, plaster cast dragging his gait off-center, and eased down beside her with a wince. He stabbed steak; gravy pooled in a corner. “Don’t worry, love. Things will work out.”Across from them, Jane finished the last of her bread and stood. “I’m going to grab more rolls. Anyone want some?”“Yes, love. A handful,” Leslie said, grateful.Jane nodded and headed toward the mess tent.At the table’s edge, Sara watched her go. “You’re getting attached to her,” she said, light voice, sharp eyes.“She’s a beautiful child

Jasper convulsed so hard Zak and Jake nearly lost him on the sprint to the recovery bay. Muscle corded beneath skin; veins stood like cables; his forearm ballooned in a wrong, twitching geometry.“Hold on, buddy—we’re almost there,” Zak grunted.“He’s getting stronger,” Jake shot back, fighting for purchase as Jasper’s arm bucked again.Inside the sterile lab, Kimberly Watkins cleared a steel bench with one sweep. “On the bed—now!”“Kim, hurry!” Jake barked. “He’s turning!”Kim crossed to the coded freezer, thumbed 7-3-1-9, and pulled the padded syringe pack. She bled a pin mist from the tip, slid the barrel into the feeder, and let it draw an exact 5 cc.“Jasper,” she said, voice level over the chaos, “I’m giving you this. It should stop the venom.”The needle went in—plunger down.Jasper screamed.His spine arched; fur detonated across his shoulders; jaw elongated with a wet, bone-hinge crack. Fingers clenched, nails tearing into claws that scored the bed rails like foil.“It’s not