Epilogue
The Golden Gate Bridge was busy tonight. The reddish tom stood on the edge. He was proud. He hissed with fear as a car whisked by, then his fur, manyoya lay flat. This was his city. He was in control. The tom sensed a presence behind him. "Tide. Why are wewe here?"
"Match. I could ask wewe the same question," the tortishell tom hissed to Match as he leapt up beside his leader. Match growled with annoyance."Have wewe killed Sun yet? If she gives birth to Ebony's son, we are doomed, and Axes's plan cannot proceed."
"I am working on it!" Tide's claws unsheathed. "She's on the songesha all the time!"
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