The Thames Estuary was wrapped in a freezing, slate-gray fog that seemed to erase the historic stone outlines of the London Tilbury Terminal. To the human port authorities, the massive commercial freighter docking at Berth 4 was just another transatlantic container ship hauling industrial machinery from the United States. Its automated customs manifests had been completely scrubbed and validated by the Orion Directorate’s global mainframe, ensuring no human eye would ever notice the lack of physical registration.
But to the supernatural underworld of Western Europe, this ship was a Trojan horse carrying the genetic executioner of their entire civilization.
Standing on the rain-slicked concrete of the modern terminal, Alpha Arthur of the Silver Claw Pack—the supreme warlord of the British
