The air was filled with a sweet scent of victory. For a heartbeat, the world felt right. Silas lay pinned beneath Cane’s massive, silver-white paws, the whine of his joints sounding like a dying animal. We had won.
But Silas wasn’t looking at the barrel of my gun. He wasn't looking at the Alpha standing over him with teeth bared. He was looking at the sky, and he began to laugh.
"You think... this is over?" Silas wheezed.
A thrumming began to vibrate through the air. From the direction of the Atlantic, four sleek, choppers crossed the skyline of the Rust Belt. They were ghosts, unmarked, the private shadow-army.
"Viper, get your men out of here! NOW!" I screamed, my voice cracking over the rising roar.
Viper, the king of the streets, looked up, his face pale under the wash of the h
