This Is F**king Rage-a-cide

Declan

Engines cut one by one. Sixty SUVs stand in formation, my forty in the lead, Hayes’s twenty down the rear. Doors slam in unison, and the ground vibrates beneath the weight of boots moving with purpose. Our shifters in black tactical gear fan out, rifles slung, comms ready, eyes sharp beneath the shadow of the storm. The air is electric, the first growl of thunder rolling across the ridge li