werewolves
The pack came out of the city like a memory—twenty strong—yellow eyes, matted pelts, fangs slick.
One dropped from a ledge. Another knifed through a blown window. Snarls and heavy footfalls filled the street.
A brown wolf threw its head back and howled—deep, gutteral. Replies stitched across rooftops. A sniffer nosed a crumpled ute, sprang to its roof, howled again, and flowed into the chase.
Jake fired on the run, swapped mags by feel. Zak dumped three into a charger’s chest; it stumbled, then got back up.
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