DANTE
The screams hit before the gunshots fully register. Through pack bonds, I feel my soldiers responding—confusion, alarm, the particular fury that comes when someone attacks at our borders. But it's the wet tearing sounds carried on wind that tells the real story.
Rogues. At least twenty, maybe more, ripping through the human protesters with savage efficiency.
"Perimeter breach, southeast gate." Maxine's voice crackles through comms. "Rogues slaughtering civilians. This is not a drill."
I'm already running, Sadie keeping pace beside me. Her power builds with each step, storm clouds gathering from clear sky. Behind us, Chairman Song and his family follow with lethal precision.
The scene at the gates stops even my ancient heart.
Bodies litter the pavement—some still twitching, mo
