CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO – SARAH IS ALIVE

A low, rumbling growl reverberated through the warehouse as Logan stalked forward, his bestial visage contorted into a mask of unbridled fury. "Over my dead body," he snarled, his words little more than a guttural rasp as the change took hold, rippling through his body in a series of sickening convulsions. Carter threw back his head and laughed, the sound harsh and grating against Laura's ears. "That can be arranged, dog," he sneered, gesturing toward the twisted werewolves that ringed them with a sweeping motion of his taloned hand. "Seize them! Bring them to me – alive, if possible, but I care not if they're broken in the process." And just like that, the battle was rejoined with a renewed fervor, the cavernous interior of the warehouse echoing with the sounds of rending flesh and bestial roars as Logan and Laura fought with everything they had. But this time, the odds seemed insurmountable – the twisted creations that swarmed around them moving with a new sense of purpose, a si