Rathbone scanned the ruined streets of old Los Angeles, which reeked with the stench of ferals. The werecats under Rathbone’s command, men and women both, morphed into creatures similar to wild bobcats, in preparation for an attack. Some had fangs as long as knives, others claws like razors.

Humans peered through the sights of their firearms, looking for shadows or any sign of movement among the shattered glass and broken concrete. They saw nothing, though the scent of ferals grew stronger as they approached Hancock Park and the place once known as the La Brea Tar Pits.

Rathbone signaled for the convoy to slow to a crawl. The giant of a man stood straddling the back seat of his Jeep as the soldier called Mangus drove. He signaled a stop, and the drivers cut their engines.

Rathbone listened. There was a hissing sound not too far ahead. He knew the creatures were gathering at the La Brea safehold.

“So much for the element of surprise,” he muttered. He reconsidered his plan of attack. Sure that the sun would peek up over the horizon before he could wipe out the ferals, Rathbone weighed his options, and then he smiled to himself.

“Mangus,” Rathbone yelled. “Get me Peterson.”

Mangus disappeared and returned moments later with a redheaded young woman carrying a portable radio.

“Get the Pits on the radio,” Rathbone said. “Time to let them know our plans have changed.”

Peterson did as instructed and handed the receiver to Rathbone. After the static cleared, a woman’s voice came over the radio.

“Who is this?” Rathbone said. “Where’s Conley?”

“Rathbone, it’s me, Piper. Conley is dead. Ferals almost broke through the Wilshire gate. We beat them back and resealed the gate, but Conley was killed.”

Rathbone swore. “Piper, I don’t know how you ended up in the Pits, but we’ll get you out of there. Now listen closely.”

“I’m all ears, Meatwhistle.”

“It looks like all the ferals have worked their way to the safehold. We’ll have to catch them off guard, use the fact that they’re focused on infiltrating the safehold to our advantage.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Start catapulting tar over the walls into the hordes immediately. Then barricade any spots near the Wilshire side that would allow the ferals to get to you without going through the water. Wait fifteen minutes, crack the gate wide open from Wilshire, and let them into the Pits.”

“Are you crazy? We’ll be killed.”

“We can handle a few hundred ferals.”

“Try a few thousand, Rathbone. You may want to consider abandoning us. It’s a suicide mission.”

“Listen to me, hundreds or thousands, it doesn’t matter. I pulled a similar maneuver a few years back, and it worked like a charm. Just do as I say. Pull some of your vehicles to the Wilshire gate and light them on fire. Once they start burning, open the gates. They’ll be forced to run into the water to try to swim across. Fall back behind the buildings, and stick some shooters on top to take out the ones that make it through.”

“We won’t have much time, and we’re completely surrounded.”

“Then every second counts. Once the majority of the ferals swarm the lake, have your shooters light it up with fire arrows. We’ll come in from West Sixth Street, gas the ferals on our side, and have target practice as they come running out of the cloud. Load all your men in as few vehicles as possible and prepare to bolt through that gate after you hear the shooting slow. We’ll cover you and kill any that are blocking your way.”

The radio went silent, and Rathbone gave orders to proceed.

Rebecka looked to the east as the vehicle she was riding in sped down the road. With little more than an hour until dawn, she began to worry, knowing Rathbone would be fully exposed. She considered heading back. Traveling at top speed, she could reach the safehold in fifteen minutes. The potential cure hidden within Pippa’s and Abby’s veins was far more valuable than the lives of four or five hundred men, a thousand times even, but it didn’t make the decision any easier. She needed a moment to think. She signaled a halt, and the trucks stopped. She got out and began to pace.

Suddenly a winged creature appeared in the sky and landed next to her before she could grab her gun. She opened her mouth to scream, but the creature put his hand over her mouth.

“Rebecka, it’s me. It’s Jack.”

She stared at the winged, gray-skinned creature and recognition finally dawned.

He nodded and smiled and reached out his arms. She stepped toward him, and they embraced.

Dozens of night creatures appeared above, and the soldiers riding in the two vehicles brought their guns to bear.

“Stand down,” Rebecka commanded. “These … people are with us.”

The guards lowered their weapons, and the nocturnals formed up to provide an airborne escort. Suddenly Aiden appeared, running like he was gliding on wind.

Rebecka gasped at the sight. She’d seen Aiden in his morphed state before, mostly reptilian, but the vision before her was like nothing she’d ever seen. In an instant, he stood before the flatbed vehicle that carried Rebecka, Jack, and a dozen other men. Close up, he looked even more frightening than the doctor had looked before he returned to human form.

Aiden was a cross between a leopard and something like an alligator, with leathery skin covered in short fur. His face was elongated, with a snout that bore fangs like those of a sabertooth tiger. His pupils brought to mind tales of dragons told to her as a child. One of Aiden’s hands was a reptilian claw, the other a feline paw with razor-sharp tips. He stood more than eight feet tall and was covered in muscle.

Salvatore emerged from the tarp-covered vehicle and headed toward Rebecka and Jack.

“I’m sorry,” Salvatore said to the doctor. “I should’ve held on.”

“Stop blaming yourself, Salvatore,” the doctor said. “I made the choice to drop into the rapids. It was more important that you protect those girls, and I sense that they’re in good hands with you, despite your secret.” The doctor projected the last three words into Salvatore’s mind.

Salvatore’s eyes widened. “I better get back to them.”

Jack nodded and turned back to Rebecka. “You’re worried about Rathbone and the rest of the men and women.”

“Yes. But how do you know?”

“I can read your thoughts,” Jack replied. “Take your men and go to Rathbone. Aiden, Salvatore, and I and a few of my nocturnals will stay here to see to Abby and Pippa. The rest of the nocturnals will go with you. Pippa is hurt. I’ll tend to her.”

“I can’t leave you with only a few people to protect you,” Rebecka said.

“No feral force could overcome us,” Aiden said. He had returned to human form and put a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Besides, there are no ferals close. We’d smell them. They’re all inland at the place you call the Pits.”

“I don’t know if I should go.”

“Rebecka, if you don’t lead my nocturnals to your friends, they will all die,” Jack said. “The scent of ferals is heavy, too heavy for even a group of four or five hundred men to handle. My nocturnals will turn the tide in your favor. Don’t debate this, just go.”

Rebecka felt a wave of pressure, as if Jack were probing her mind, pressing her to his will. She shook it off as the nocturnal creatures began to emit high-pitched noises. Rebecka gazed around at her men and made the decision. “Saddle up,” she commanded. “We’re going to the safehold!”

Her men cheered and started the two vehicles. She designated who would stay and go and ordered most of her men into one vehicle, leaving the covered one behind. She gave a final order to the few remaining soldiers to stay put but vacate the area if she didn’t radio back in time. Jack Tanner assured her they’d succeed, that his winged creatures would keep that promise.

When Rathbone saw the safehold, he feared that he had finally taken on an impossible task. But he forged ahead, and every soldier was ready to fight and prepared to die.

Even in the dark, Rathbone could see the black smoke billowing from inside the safehold. Piper and her team had set some vehicles on fire. Stage one was complete. It was time for stage two.

Rathbone and his troops swept down upon the savages, who were too focused on penetrating the safehold to notice. Dozens of men rocketed teargas canisters through the air from hand-held modified rocket launchers. Greenish smoke rose, and a cloud soon covered the swarm of ferals. As the men reloaded and launched another volley, Rathbone hoped the gas would choke most of them out, buying his people time to reach the captives. But seconds later, he knew his hopes were dashed.

Out of the heavy green mist came hundreds of red eyes. Rathbone screamed, and his werecats attacked them head on as human soldiers fired into the massive horde. His troops were outnumbered, probably five to one, and a horrible bloodbath was inevitable.

A group of ferals rammed Rathbone’s Jeep, flinging him onto the ground. He rolled and came to a standing position and took out three ferals with a handgun, gutting another with his long knife. “Mangus,” he yelled, his eyes wide as he heard the young man scream. A dozen ferals were eating the young soldier alive. He was surrounded by death. All he could do was fight to stay alive and kill the enemy.

As he fought, he saw the headlights of military vehicles piercing the fading greenish fog. “Piper!” he yelled, catching a glimpse of her in the lead vehicle. She’d fled the Pits and was driving straight toward him, running over several ferals as he rolled out of the way. She spun the vehicle to a stop and jumped out, firing two machine guns at the swarming ferals. She handed Rathbone one of the guns and they fired together, trying to carve a hole through the rush of maddened beasts.

Half of Rathbone’s men began fleeing back to their vehicles, but the ferals swarmed them as they fled and ripped then apart, only stopping to feast on the remains. Rathbone continued to fight, side by side with Piper, but soon a group of around twenty ferals had them surrounded. Every time one fell to their gunfire, another would replace it. Finally, their ammunition ran out.

“I’m sorry, Piper,” Rathbone yelled as the ferals moved in for the kill. He wished he had saved two rounds. But the ferals abruptly stopped. They lifted their noses to the air and sniffed. They hissed and began running as creatures dipped down out of the smoke and early morning mist and began grabbing them and lifting them upward. Screams filled the air above, as ferals were killed and dropped back to the ground. The high, piercing squeal of the nocturnals filled the air. Piper covered her ears as dozens of nocturnals landed and joined the fight.

Rathbone unleashed a savage war cry that was answered by another as Rebecka arrived with her troops. Men, werecats, and nocturnals shouted back and continued the fight with renewed hope. The tide had turned, and the ferals knew it. Still shrieking and hissing, the surviving beasts retreated.

“I can’t believe it,” Rathbone said as he watched the creatures run away. He looked around at the dead. Among the bodies, there was not a single nocturnal. He was thankful they were on his side.

“Jack found us,” Rebecka said. “We decided we couldn’t abandon you.”

“I figured your stubborn butt might pull a stunt like this, but for once I’m glad you did!”

“Rebecka,” Piper shouted and ran to embrace her old friend.

Rebecka hugged her back and then smiled at her. “You’re not going to believe who we found.”

Rathbone grabbed Rebecka by the shoulder. “Let her find out for herself.”

The fighters regrouped and headed out toward Highway 101 to join the small band of people, now the hope of the entire planet, hidden twenty miles away.

“I can’t believe we survived,” Rathbone said. “You know what this means, ladies. Heaven is on our side, and things are about to change.”

“Humans, werecats, and nocturnals, and whatever the hell Aiden is,” said Rebecka. “I’d say that’s some tapestry of sorts.”