Sasha
Tivani and Myan, full tigers now, are in the thick of it. Tivani launches into the fray, slamming into the front line. She shreds through armor like tissue paper, her roars ripping through the gunfire. Myan is at her flank, claws flashing, tearing two soldiers down before they can even scream.
San, coyote-quick and wiry, darts between bodies, a silver blur of teeth and claws. She tears into a soldier's leg, pulling him down. Then, she flips backward and lunges at another, her jaws closing around his throat. She moves like chaos itself—wild, unpredictable, lethal.
Up on the ridge, Makini's SEALs rain hell from above. Silent and precise. One sharp signal. c***k—a target drops. c***k, c***k—two more fall before they realize they're exposed.
Jax's laugh barks through the comms, wild
