All Chapters of THE LAST BREEDER, CLAIMED BY FOUR: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

EDALThe main hanger deck was a chamber of smoke and screaming metal. The heavy blast doors had been blown inward, warped into jagged steel teeth by a high-explosive charge. Through the burning gap, the freezing mountain storm howled into the base, carrying the stench of wet fur, cheap gasoline, and fresh blood."Form a line on the secondary barricade!" Korr roared. His voice was a blunt instrument over the blare of the klaxons. He stood behind a crushed concrete barrier, his rifle tucked into his shoulder, firing steady, rhythmic bursts into the blinding white snow outside. "Tyson! Get those heavy shields up! Don't let them split the center!""I'm on it, Commander!" Tyson shouted back. The massive Nullifier lunged forward, slamming a six-foot steel riot shield into the debris, his heavy boots skidding through the frozen slush.Beside them, Rylan was already moving like a beast unhinged. His Alpha dominance was flaring hot, a heavy, suffocating weight that made the air feel thick. He

EDALThe black soot from the hanger fire took two weeks to scrub out of the concrete walls, but the smell of Vex’s blood never truly left the lower gates.We didn't throw the bodies over the ridge this time. We buried them deep under the ash plains, using the heavy trench diggers until the ground was flat and freezing cold again. The mountain had changed. The old world Marcus had built inside these iron tunnels was completely dead, shattered by the explosives and the wolves.I stood on the upper observation platform, my hands gripping the cold iron railing. My left side was bound tight in clean white linen under my fresh gray uniform shirt, the wound from the hybrid claw throbbing with a dull, steady heat every time the mountain wind kicked through the vents."The eastern perimeter wall is completely sealed," Korr said. His boots made a slow, rhythmic crunch on the gravel behind me. He stopped three feet away, his big forty-two-year-old frame looking solid again, though his eyes carri

EDALThe medical bay didn't look like a dark bunker anymore.The walls had been scrubbed clean of the old grease and painted a soft, bright white.Row after row of metal shelving lined the room.They were stacked with labeled glass jars of dried herbs, sterilized bandages, and salvaged bottles of penicillin.Tarek stood by the main examination table, carefully measuring out a clear dose of liquid vitamins for one of the pregnant women from the third residential block.He moved with a calm, practiced ease. That ease had made him the true backbone of Haven over the last six months.To the ninety-two survivors living inside the mountain, Tarek wasn't just Marcus's old medic anymore.He was the settlement’s doctor.He was the man who stayed awake for forty-eight hours straight when the winter flu hit the nursery.He was the one who spoke softly, whose hands never shook, and whose kindness was the only gentle thing left in a world made of concrete and iron."Make sure she takes this with t

EDALThe heavy iron door of my quarters was locked from the inside, the deadbolt thrown with a definitive, heavy click that shut out the rest of Haven completely.Inside, the room was warm. The secondary radiators were humming steady, and a low, amber light from the small desk lamp cast long, flickering shadows across the concrete walls. The coarse wool blankets had been stripped away, replaced by soft, heavy quilts we'd salvaged from the upper sector officers' quarters.I sat in the center of the large mattress, my back against the brick wall. For the first time in months, I wasn't wearing the stiff gray uniform or the tactical boots. I just wore a soft, loose black tank top that showed the thin silver lines of the healed claw marks on my left hip.They were all there. The perimeter was completely closed.Rylan sat to my right, his massive, broad-shouldered frame stripped bare to the waist. The dark, volatile Alpha scent radiating off his skin was thick, heavy, and intoxicating, smel

EDALA rusted diesel truck rolled into the bay. It backfired once, a loud bang that made the guards jump.Three scrawny goats were tied to the truck bed. They were shivering, covered in black ash.Behind the truck walked a girl.She wasn't standing in a pose. She was dragging her left foot, her face completely caked in dried mud and grease.She looked small. She looked half-starved.She didn't wait for an introduction. She slammed a heavy wrench against the truck's side panel."Hey!" she yelled, her voice hoarse and cracking from the wind. "Get these damn animals off the truck before they drop dead! They’ve been breathing radiation dust for ten miles!"Tarek ran down the concrete steps. His clipboard slipped out of his hand, hitting the slush."Who the hell are you?" Tarek asked, his voice sharp with surprise. "Tyson’s party wasn't supposed to bring anyone back from the lower grid."The girl stopped. She wiped a layer of black grease off her forehead with a bloody sleeve."Sera," she