《WORLDS COLLIDE - THE SACRIFICE》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 19 章

Generators throbbed in the bowels of the Australian Museum. Emergency lights stained bone and glass a tired yellow. Rain ticked the high panes like a clock that had lost its face. They’d come up out of the tunnels wet and unbitten—shaken, but not sorry.Outside, the Opera House precinct stayed noisy even with the power down. Gallus had made the place his base, and the werewolves worked it like security: packs looping the forecourt in disciplined circuits, claws clicking on wet stone, muzzles high as they laid scent and scratched fresh marks into the stairs. The Direwolf paced at the Queen’s shoulder—her champion, silent and sure.Inside the sails, Gallus sat half in water and half on stone, tentacles draped across shattered tile in slow, possessive arcs. The harbour kept pushing up the steps in timed surges, slapping, retreating, slapping again—never quite random. The ferry wall held its position near the basin edge, pinned there by pressure and contact.Above the sails, Ghast hung in

They didn’t get far.Not chased—redirected.Streets that should have opened didn’t. Parked cars sat angled across lanes like they’d stalled there on purpose. Shop shutters hung half-down. Scaffolding had been nudged just enough to narrow footpaths. Nothing dramatic. Nothing fast. Just obstacles placed by someone who understood how people moved when they were tired and scared.The Queen was moving the board, and pieces were in motion.They felt it before they saw it. The queen had them moving away from the monumental steps to the centre of the forecourt.Werewolves appeared where shortcuts should have been. Not attacking. Standing. Watching. Forcing turns. Steering them without touching them.Brooke slowed the group with a raised hand. “She’s pushing us.”“Not hard,” Gabe said. “Just enough.”They adjusted without talking. Took longer streets. Stayed close. Didn’t argue with the direction—worked around it.Cerebus bristled, all three heads low. Ellie kept her hand on his shoulder, stea

They ran through Hyde Park, and it was wet and quiet, nothing stirred, as they quickly ran in the shadows until they saw the sign, Medical Clinic.They found a medical clinic just off O’Connell Street. Inside the clinic, the doors were locked, the lights were low, and their luck was thin. Jake moaned in pain even though he wore his armour-plated cavlar vest; the scratch cut through the plates, and there was definitely blood.‘Hold on, Jake,” said Brooke as she and Scott carried him under the shoulders.They came in through the staff exit with a shoulder push and a breath—Jane on the crash bar, Scott right behind her, Demonslayer still wrapped. They moved fast and quietly down the corridor until Brooke found a treatment bay backed by a windowless storeroom.“This one,” Brooke said. “Gurney. Monitor off. Oxygen off. We don’t need noise.”Ellie dragged screens into place. Gabe jammed a bin into the door track and braced it with a chair. Cerebus lay across the threshold, three heads angle

Rain hammered the Opera House forecourt hard enough to flatten reflections and steal depth. The wide stone became slick, uneven, treacherous.Six people walked into it without slowing.Angelinka was already in a fight.She slid across the top step as the Queen’s claws tore sparks from stone where her head had been a heartbeat earlier. Jane rolled, came up low, claws already moving.The Queen stayed on her—fast, precise, never wasting motion.“You should have stayed gone,” the Queen said. “Your people didn’t.”Jane slashed across her ribs and took a blow to the shoulder for it. Bone rang. She kept her feet.Below them, the team advanced.Gabe went straight up the forecourt, boots slapping wet stone. Scott stayed a step behind him, Demonslayer low and close. Ellie held the right with Cerebus, one hand buried in the dog’s wet fur, the other near her dagger. Brooke stayed tight with Jake, fingers locked into his sleeve, watching his breathing instead of the fight.Werewolves revealed them