The Silver Creek training ground at six AM looked like military boot camp designed by someone who understood that reality could be negotiated rather than accepted.
I stood on a platform that overlooked three acres of werewolves learning to kill enhanced humans with government backing. The sight should have been terrifying. Instead, it felt like watching our species discover what we'd always been capable of when survival replaced politics as the primary motivation.
"Third formation, increase power flow!" Logan's voice carried across the field where twenty-four supernatural beings moved in coordinated patterns that distributed enhanced abilities through tactical formations. "Remember, you're not fighting individually anymore. You're part of a network."
